For all my poems
And all my rhyme...

Jesus did what he did
And took his place...

It's more than some letters
Made into a word...

There's always that one
That can make you smile...

Like a flash of sunshine
Or lightning bugs at dance...

I tell you I hate those concrete jungles
Where nothing grows and nothing stands...

It comes from within
A tiny little spark...

He spins the chromium cyclinder
His shiny merry go round of death...

She's known the World over
Such an honor to look at...

In that World's most righteous magazine
Is the greatest wonder ever seen...

I keep the party going
Just half a day long...

His canvas is of the finest
No woven strands of fabric...