Gone un-tweeted from the perch,
God’s law obsolesced from church,
Fearful then to all alarms,
Church will welcome states with arms
Stationed there for their defense,
Worship then can recommence,
Midst body armored discipline.
The church the state is christening
With legs apart, and hand in glove,
Your papers please, your


circus-monkeys 4
Just no one talk,
Just for a while.
Just take a walk.
Just frown or smile.
Just keep it in.
Just maybe then,
Just single file,
Just hoot or howl.
Just over bent,
Into the tent,
As primates make
No argument,
And monkey trials
Decline descent.