by G E Barr

Created on: June 13, 2010

Oh, look, Sir Isaac, there are the ghosts of religions past

Remember, For such offenses must come

Of course I'll teach you to draw the sword

With your pen

To be free among the machinations of lesser men

Look

Here they come

Dressed like lily's of the field

Singing in operatic tone of lives undone

Oh, look, there's Virtue

She's a beauty queen

With secrets weaned between

Sheets of stink

With a cop for a cousin

(He sniffs marijuana resin)

Oh shucks

Somebody get me a camera

A glock and a badge

I could do that

Faster than your hag

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