Armeggedjion 

I got a poem but the tune is all wrong im changing it using a differant song able to leap high able to wear a red s upon my chest able to fly with dragonfly wings able to laugh at my own distress able to actress yes he said actress able to cry when i need to be blessed able to twist a word into a similitude of portent. A poet. What is that up on the road a head ? Content. A Poem. Iff i write something stoopid in this line it wont stick to the otheres time after time after time after time. But have you got any Grey Poupon. Mustard green the color of train tracks limning all the byeways, falling near the waysides. A totalitarian system leaves large railroad spikes in psalms on trees in leaves on Elephant vines. Spacing is important but Drugs leave a void inside the space is ghost so holy now. AMEN. Friends. Friends. Friends. Left my light up in the tower got a cover bushfull basket trying to hide from the badmen coming light my light and cry for Armeggedjion