Candy from the Backdoor Man
Written by Jonathan Henderson
Wednesday March 19, 2014 @ 6:51 AM
Lady Diamond, I shall sing of your tunes
As I walk, the conscious sufferer, of your
Wiles as the birds chirp and spring shall
Ensue a harvest of a new swarm, with so
Many honey combs within its confines, as
You, my queen, shall never be lost of your
Divine sovereignty of my dominion's day!
Come get your candy, for I will always be
Your backdoor man, and Toucan Sam, so
Exotic, can never bless you with his sweet
Identity, for you not only are my tres bien
Fete upon the sunrise of an eternal sky, for
I'll let freedom fly away, the buzzing zips
Past and winter again will slip a far until
The rapture cries "Armageddon" and God's
Seven trumpters herald a new age of peace
One thousand thither into a posterity only
To wave to us "goodbye," and how we shall
Fly shotgun across the cloudy pillows upon
Which we are resigned, the past is only just
A farewell, a slip of the chains prohibitive of
Our finite requisite pains as we are born of
A stench, sulfuric, as the fruit originally ate.
The swans swim the rapids of gentle ripples
Within our tryst, a bliss, of heavenly flight to
The city infinite by God in as we wave to all
"Goodbye," to see another sky upon the kiss
Of the sweet cherubs' wonders, as all eyes of
Babes penetrate their source for why the old
Stork placed in our arms my Sweet Chariot's
Troika for whom I allow lead my sleigh upon
A winter's discontent to His first star on the
Left till we reach our initial assent of a new
Sunrise at the dawn's earliest sign of light.
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