Be as though pointless like a banana
leaf from a fruitless palm
that lies futile leaves in vain,
neither i, of foes form shall the psalm
lies of revival.
Like a sack of old potatoes, does
human life howl like an old tornado fuzz.
if churches still dissect and discuss the old
lie; would the wise tell, nor make a fuss.
and us all shall we perish with pride and ignorance.
if my timing be non-perfect, so be tiring