Re joys

This is the day that the LORD hath made

We will be glad and rejoice in it, and rock the house!

Hand in hand will I walk, with the partner of my choosing

Whom G-d also hath made, like as like in His image

The LORD is on my side; I will not fear:

How can petty man dismay me?

We will smoke in doorways and clubs

Sheltered from His rain, imbibing His sweet leaves

Of carcinogenic joy, ignoring every sign

Hung by the unrighteous

The LORD hath chastened me sore:

But He hath not given me over unto death.

Not yet, anyways…

It is better to trust in the LORD

than to put confidence in princes.

Huddled there, scorning Caesar’s minions

Armed counter to statute, smuggling casks

Of the untaxed homemade wine

Bequeathed by any decent Christ

Outriding the law, outlasting promulgations

Of royal corruption, sycophancy, entropy

O give thanks unto the LORD; for He is good:

For his mercy endureth for ever.

As for Caesar, let him hide in his palaces

Beholden to the counting houses

The eye of the needle will strip away gold,

man sacks, temporal contentments forthwith

It is better to trust in the LORD

Than to put confidence in man

For men do lie; we are betrayers, once betrayed

The LORD is on my side;

I will not fear:

what can man do unto me?