Man, a holy vessel, through his mind,
Lingered a second too long
On each human, the other goon, me.
But the goon landed his for the remission
Of the collar this time.
God in his or her own right, a calf of gold,
Heard a knock on the window.
I am a loving God as is easily surmised
Down on the goon’s clothes.
And as a loving God I am accepting
Of the goon’s legs.
Again, he pulled for sins. However,
There are still those that will persist in
Breaking like this:
This isn’t the post office,
The dry powerful.
This must also be my will.
Lefty, the goon, stood head and shoulders
And was wholly separate and different.