tempt me oh lord
to brave satan's
cool visage
when the sweat is pouring
from my brow
for I am lost in the city
seeking a book
that no one has written
and never will

but fate plays a merry game
of ring around the posey
and we can shop online
and still be calm and poised

The hither lands speak
for the ages
subdivisions and new malls
our pathways are blocked
now with Ford Taurus
and Lincoln Mercury

we use the lost gods
to sell cars
but we have found war
is affordable