Hear now the tale of Claire of Tieraton.
A Princess of the realm beloved by all
and though he wished as Lord’s do for a son,
her father loved her as he were her thrall.
An heir she was and raised in such a Hall
as few among the populace had seen.
She lived beneath Torgándon’s great Salt Wall,
but ne’er did Claire e’er think herself a Queen.

No longer am I walking 'round half blind.
I've learned so much from youtube, that I vow
the cyberspace has opened up my mind.
I'm so much better educated now.

The Pope's the antichrist, the devil's child.
And all that we've been taught is just not true.
Conspirators throughout the world beguile,
and occupy the thoughts of me and you.

The leader of the USA, Obama,
intends a future presidential heist,
and, secretly, he's gay and worships Allah,
so (somehow) he is, too, the antichrist.

we were loved and loved.............

the machine turned on
and ground its grist

silence now for years
but we remember
the aged eyes
generations
later

our village elders
fighting their way up italys boot
my bakery man a navigator in a lanc
hit by gunfire and burning
his best friend holding on
while the craft turned over
his buddy pilot never got out

I'm choosing today
to stage my rebellion
not in chaos or calamity,
but in the mundane.

I count nickels, quarters,
dimes and pennies.
There are so many pennies,
but time;
is there time?

Yes! "Yes there is time!"
you say emphatically.
And for the first time in my life
I don't quite know what that means.

And yet at once
I'm comforted in your soothing and direct words
and in the knowledge
that not all ropes and bungees
are impenetrable.