The poetry, stories and intrigues of C.J. Brenner

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Rivets for the canopy of secrets

I see you are a mess
Yet you love to be your best
You have a place to go
They will let you be in the show

So be good in your day
I see you might stay
To be a kid of the future's lust
Your name is a spoon of plenty
The way of you seemingly to you just

So good for you if you are sinning
You will go to synagogue or church to be winning
The answer is in clean sight
Your prayer is the delight

So be a fine little world
Your secrets will never be told
Your enemies not in their highest tree
You have it all on your knee

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