William must have done great wrong
and in many generations past
for it to be recalled so long
I guess that he is now typecast

For now even in these days
(or maybe I should say these nights)
underneath the spring moon's gaze
aggrieved offspring still state their rights

What did he do to some bird then
that in the night when all is still
offspring demand redress of sin
by asking that we Whip Poor Will?

i fell,
i fell ever so gracefully
into a forbidden part of your garden
into a tunnel of roots and earth
and i fell like a dancer prancing in space
attired in a light patterned cotton and lace
elegance of a late twenties flair
with a garland of pretty flowers in my hair

Dear God, you heartless bastard
Where the devil have you been
You’ve not been near nor by me
You have not been heard or seen
I have had no words of wisdom
Nor some fatherly advice
All my prayers have gone unanswered
Now, that isn’t very nice
Though I know I’m not an angel, and
In fact, sometimes I’m hell
There is good inside me somewhere
As I’m sure that you can tell
For the love of bleeding Jesus
I have never asked for much
If a miracle’s a problem
Could you please, just get in touch

Carnally evil (only for adult minded)
The life within my arms
was tried
from day one to the end
but I had no need to say
Amen,
Till today I have
yet not been totally spent…

The souls belonging to a species of a kind
leave indelible memories far behind,
betwixt curvaceous arms and limbs
we slaughtered
day without and day within
yet not satiated to the fullest extent,
we still have many more years unspent…,