A glutten
rutten in snow melted
reuten
spiken ditchshes German
he learn from a burman
who unsuspectly spoke it also
in a way needed no translation
all the same clockenspeil
and thank god he never a need have it wrotten
cause he'd never said a word yet
press his luck for an appropiate reply

an his only fear was a trail for a spy
connect together the day before
with two days after

Poor Poor Reverend Pasteur
Ize seen him
preach two different things
on the same day
and the same thing every day
That no one knows at all
but me
and I never preached or preyed a day at all

an' the only one he trusts
an' he aint no God send
for my unlucky ass

Marvin E. Kirsh