Oh, Porkchop Express

Oh, Porkchop Express

A Poem by gombeggar

Don’t break my legs of good thugs, you are

Goats and bulls

Heroes and villains

In the heart of the Earth

 

Your vain conversations by tradition from your fathers

They make no sense:

Dispensation

Mystery

Fellowship

Thus to redeem the fall of man

(and the rise of the monkeys)

One jot, one tittle

Redeeming work

Inconceivable as delving deeper now

Fulfilled in your ears

To atone, to atone, to atone, to atone until you are in tune

Slain enmity there is peace

Now thus we may sleep

 

The prince of this world

He doesn’t know the mystery

If he only knew

He would not sleep on that lightly

 

 

© 2013 gombeggar


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What an intriguing theme!... I love porkchops...but not like this... lol
This is an abstract depiction of chaos... a war (uneasy sleep), it seems...

Posted 9 Years Ago


Indeed he would not...when all is rose tinted, easy to sleep on...

"To atone, to atone, to atone, to atone until you are in tune"..............great imagery and uniform, we all become...

Love this xx

Posted 9 Years Ago


there's no porkchops here!!!
ARRGH!!!
wasting my time
now i'm hungray for porkchops and sourkraut!!!
HAI!!!

Posted 9 Years Ago


gombeggar

9 Years Ago

hmm...i'm hungry now 2

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gombeggar
gombeggar

hazleton, PA



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