I did not mean toHit you. You cried for help. IOffer you secrets, Forbidden knowledge.Take your hands off me. I knowYour children sleep. See My
Brothers three were we. Alvin, Simon, Theodore, Singing harmonies. Simon I, doctors Said I crawled too much, there was Too much pressure on My brain.
Must I pretend theProstitute for you to doMe honor? Your first Born, vile villain,Fell victim to his vices.Second, Chester cheat, Slid his sword from mySex,
God breathed me into Mom, and I came to life. Dad Saw who I was, and Said, “he’s Lord of all.” The coat I wore,
Lion was I, my Hands filled with necks of villains, Whelps before me kneeled. I … neglected to Honor my sons’ widow, my Crown and
One harvest morning young Rube toiled in the field. With his scythe he cleaved the stalks, and with his pitchfork gathered wheat, loading it into