Of Our Cranial Love for the Lion
we were reading toward Bethlehem
suffice it to say we were tired elephants
we were reading toward Bethlehem
we were reading toward Bethlehem
with wet blankets looking for new insurrections
suffice it to say religion stinks
but really we were reading toward Bethlehem
we did not want the skin of the farmer
we left the doctor on the side of the road
we were reading toward Bethlehem
as part of a seminar on special problems
for honest mystics
we were reading toward Bethlehem with old texts
the old texts pointed toward Bethlehem
suffice it to say we were reading toward Bethlehem
suffice it to say we were reading toward Bethlehem
suffice it to say we loved the rocking wet breast moment
suffice it to say slouching
we were reading toward Bethlehem
slugging through old texts toward Bethlehem
with insurrections toward Bethlehem
suffice it to say reading toward Bethlehem
in love with the lion