As a songwriter, I sometimes have thoughts or ideas that wouldn't particularly make a good song. This is the outlet for that stuff...

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Street Preacher




In his striped necktie

And baseball cap

With the sewn-on crimson cross

Bouncing his convictions

Like a rubber ball

Against a wall of indifference

With the fortitude

That only comes from

A diet of locusts

And wild honey

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