One way to do it, he says, is to douse yourself in
alcohol and set your bed on fire.
In the hole men chew their veins out; now that’s
These are lectures on Blood and the Way.
With God’s love we are never abandoned.
He is the way and a way out
“I’m a hustler, he says, I never go back to
the same trick twice for a cigarette!”
As a finale we laugh ourselves to death.
Rob Goldstein (c) 2014-2017 All Rights Reserved
My Mother gave me back to the Indians when
I was nine.
Later, alone in the tent of a fierce warrior
I learned the ways of love.
Fierce Warrior Princess: If you love me, prove it with
And we bathed.
Rob Goldstein 2015 All Rights Reserved
Only a tramp was Lazarus that begged.
He lay down by the rich man’s gate.
He begged for crumbs from the rich man to eat
But they left him to die, like a tramp on the street.
And, Jesus who died on Calvary’s tree
Shed his life’s blood for you and for me.
They pierced his side, his hands, and his feet
And, they left him to die just like a tramp on the street.
He was Mary’s own darling; he was Mary’s own son.
Once he was fair and once he was young.
And, Mary she rocked him, her little darlin’ to sleep
But, they left him to die like a tramp on the street.
When the battles are over and the victory’s won
Everyone mourns for the poor man’s son.
Red, white, and blue and victory sweet
And, they left them to die like a tramp on the street.
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