Here's our bodies Jesus
eyes, nose, ears, and tongue...

We're born destined to die,
intelligent design...

A man buried in oil
longed to rest in the soil...

Some see humanoids in black and white
we see an angel or a devil...

I have no right to write of him
if I know a thing, it's from talk...

The search for you, Crystal, will not cease
until you're found or you rest in peace...

Two politicians were talking syntax
but their language must have been just too lax...

What if a Jew and an Arab
healed together in a rehab...

There once was a poet named Abu
just looking for a hot dog or two...

When I face the sun
to the horizon...

It was a day ago tomorrow
that she told me about her sorrow...

On this tiny speck of cosmic dust,
which has been imagined to be thrust...