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Writer's pictureGeorge Davis III

These Folks

Well-Watcher

Watch the waters poured-out from this well; at times, they flow clear, but then it fails.

The Journey

Best to slow, and take your rest. The journey unfolds here; there comes more tests.

Mud

Yep; when they finish dragging you through the dirt, your name will be mud.

His Dreams

His dreams reflected, and they go far; his dreams reflected, around the earth. His dreams reflected, and they go far; his dreams reflected over all the earth.

Just Words

He comes on smooth, it’s easy, and with lots of charm. Can you believe what this guy says, with his two lying tongues!

Emh, Emh, Emh

Boy, you ought to be ashamed of yourself; emh, emh, emh. I don't know, ain't no shame these days; ain't no shame no more.


emh, emh, emh.

Divisive

You should hear this guy’s words, as he scratches-out his beliefs, and the moaning, beware, as he scrapes for relief.

Out Loud

Just listen to him; smacking his lips, thumping his chest, and talking, out loud.


Again.

Open Door

We supplied more forgiveness than they were set to receive, which is why they deliberate, and how they deceive.

Falsified

The Lion lays down with the Lamb, and starts to feed.

Three Fingers Bended

I came to this gathering, with open hands, extended; and all I got, was three fingers bended.

Your Own Way

You teach these ways are fair delight; you explain how harm now settles-up right. This notion scratches and bites, and some even seem amused. Going your own way?


Mercy abused.

Winding

Turning, twisting; winding tight! You wound them up to that squeaky sound! You wound them up!


Now you wind them down.

Contacts

Some folk search for UFOs, it’s true; and some go mostly alone; few it seems though, would contact the Lord, even if He came with an app, on their next-generation cellular phone.

Mean-Spirited

Spitting, disputing, oxygenated yelling.

Indeed

All agreed? An harmonious voice? Such talk; such claims! The test informs the choice.

Unfiltered Fumes

Look at the exhaust pouring out of that guy’s mouth!

You Knew

You knew the power of lies, and you told them; you knew the power of hatred, and anger, and you promoted that; you knew the power of worry, and the power of fear, and you exploited it.


Over and over and over again.

Some Vengeance

Sort’em out Lord! Sort’em out times ten! Sort’em out times tens and elevens, again and again and again.

Returns

Sometimes I wonder why God hasn't already turned us in; there must be a better selection, in the basement bargains bin.

Opinions

I know you know, and I know too; and these some say, know more better than we do.

Opinion.

Break Time

Just look at them; look! They’re wonderful; these flowers are gorgeous, they’re absolutely gorgeous!

I sometimes like flowers more than people.

Rather Would

I would rather stand in quicksand; well, not too deep; than wrestles with this crew, and their upkeep.

The Count

I’ve been called-out, again, like a stranger, hostile and unfriendly. And how many of your folk have been cut, set upon like the enemy? How many; can you tell me? Not many?


Any?

How many have been bruised by the end of a broom stick, or suffocated by a willing forearm. Surely you will tell me. A few?

Any?

Were any wrapped in a cruel star-spangled flag, amidst chants praising glory, amidst praises gone bad? I would like to know the count. Announce it. What’s the figure?

I’ve heard this story; we know.

Not too many.

Any?

It's Time

I don't know where they are headed; I do know where we stand now, and we can't stay here. It time to move on.

Already Decided

Stubborn determination; pressing your way. You do know you're negotiating with a dead man?

The Costume Store

It's not easy knowing right, when folks do wrong with all their might.

Wrongs don't look like wrong nomore; been custom fitted - the costume store.

The Time

What’s that sound, at the moment that rolls; what’s that sound!

It’s the clock that tolls.


Chicken Feet

Then give them plenty pleasure, never mind, they'll go for cheap; add in lots of sweetener, and a couple chicken feet.

Quackers

Good Lord, these ducks! They won’t line-up.



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