you said that I should
And I thought that I could
so I did
did y'
see
the people all sang along
like my song was one the a.i.
knew all along abs abs ab
solutely
prophecy new, like the gourd in Jonah's whale of a story,
from when we were kids and hope was a thing
we imagined we make something of.
It was love, according to the songs,
grace according to my grandpa;
works was what my one uncle said, be an Adventist
see the future in the past and grieve before hand.
My mama, she was everything mother's little helpers and
electro-convulsive therapy,
at un disclosed cost
could
trans mogrify her mind to be,
but she had blesst me,
bless my heart, my heart
his heart she said
bless his heart and
she said that t' God.
probably,
'might a been like when ya sneeze,
idle words, or
it could be secret motherlove leaven
craven for
warred for,
now free flowing from that woman at the well. Thru the pipeline I won from the Koch's
i flows I don't row
