take sacrifices now, if you read
your Bible you know
that handsome facial bone-structure
coupled with Octavian monstrosities
might equal fame.
just jump off the rat-trappin’
world for one minute and hose
down the backyard bubbles.
no one peeks into mysteries
better than a songwriter on beer,
each slobbering molecule resting
on mustache wax before slithering
down to mouths eager for cash.
Love Tinka