In Whomever’s Name, We Cross Our Fingers. Dig In.

by jerrontables

This tension apprehension ties the all around the ages–
The world’s asordid crazes; the underwads in rages.
Assumption we’ve the gumption to rake leaves of human cages,
To lay newspaper pages, for pay these pellet wages.

Our legal tender bender binges crawl for all the lot,
Too often all forgot, more dollar bill than not;
More shine than clay, our dimes away, more heft than second thought;
Worth little than we ought, in spittle and in rot.

Hi Lo! Here goes the never roads that ever beats the dust.
Endeavor to wherenever in whomever’s name we trust.

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