Every year, we "let our hair down"
and celebrate with solstice cheer,
we over-eat, get extravagant,
drink too much champagne, or beer.

We spend too much, try & do too much,
and party up a storm;
all the while steady complaining
how last year barely kept us warm!

How it didn't quite live up to be
a better year than the one before;
funny, how last year's complaints
we seem to forget, or else ignore.

Heavenly sovereign
Almighty rightfully rules
Earthly citizen.

Terrene rulership struggle
Blue, red fight for sovereignty

They lost their belief
Because they refuse to see
The goodness inside

Walk now with purest feelings
Of Unconditional love

Till time comes we meet
Those gone before us again
On heavenly grounds

One nation many faces
Come together under God

Snow circles windows
A painting of dawn relief
Night comes in quarters

I tried weed to give me some hype
Wrong bloody stuff gave me second sight.
Now I hear that heroin is so very strong
Nearly drown in the toilet, when rescuing a thong

I can't be for this place at all,
not a bomber, so no virgins call
I saw this toadstool in the wood
It was red with white spots I thought Oh good!

So down I bowed to get a grip
Didn't know it was a frogs trick (Typo)
I grow deadly nightshade in my garden now
I hope Bella Donna is magic somehow

He takes out the trash, or makes dinner

thinks he's cleaned the whole house

he's not capable of being quiet as a mouse

full of self-praise

himself, he amaze

selective hearing and speech

sometimes hard to reach

never practices what he preach

loveable and incorrigible

he's not interchangable