The Last Order

Often times, my hormonesThey come and sayLet’s have some funLet’s go buddyBody, let’s go. And I’ll say to them,A man under authorityAlways heeds,the last order.

What Yahweh Can Do

Famished and stranded in a lonely desert,there wasn’t a glimmer of hopethat a wilting treewith leftover cherrieswas waiting somewhere Tempted and distraught,there wasn’t a modicum of assurancethat some unfortunate treethat was waiting somewherewould satisfy even halfa quarter of them But meat like rainand bread like dewwas the invention of Yahwehin a parched and dreary land …