Left pieces of her
Along life’s crooked path
To the witch’s abode
she happily strode
But let me backtrack
If she’d had  
A Mercedes
she would have happily rode
Instead
Walking a dirt path
Broke, clinging to hope
she found herself
Where she never thought she’d find herself
There for the grace of god
And all that
That being said
Nope
What a dope
She wrote
Because it rhymed
Which rhymed
With defined
Which she did
Looking for a destination
Conversation
Liberation
Cessation
Of frustration
Each stop along the way
Only temporary
She was wary
Looking for Jesus
The prince of peace

She thought
At Last

At last
Shouted back
So much reality
******* up mentality

Give me a hammock
And a worry-free
Sunday
The kind
And sweet
And neat
You get the picture
she conjectured
Never too sure
Not wanting to lecture

It’s all in good fun
Excuse any pun
Always trying to make you laugh
It’s no laughing matter

Always filling her head
With chatter, chatter, chatter

While the currency fumbles
And society stumbles
Injections of green vile
All the while
Daggers of doom
No man on the moon
Rods of god
And boom, boom, boom
Murderous intent
To increase the bottom line
How many are compromised
To drink of the finest wine
Be it poison on the vine
At last
Dastardly demons
Living on loosch
Dressed in frilly dresses
Breaking their truce.
Justice be done.
And
God has won.

See what I mean?

Where are you, God?
Takes me back to chapels I visited
When I was young.
There was God
And here was I
I didn’t know we were one
I didn’t know  
God Had already won.