who preys on my fears.
I’m shod
I’m shod
in faith; but spare the rod
and bless the lamb, whose tears
are not
and bless the lamb, whose tears
are not
required to earn our plot
and stone. We’ll be all ears
to hear how the blessed are shod—
and stone. We’ll be all ears
to hear how the blessed are shod—
ears clipped
and stamped with UPC bar
codes, to quell our fears;
and stamped with UPC bar
codes, to quell our fears;
and some of us have been
well-tipped—
there’s whiskey in the jar—
enough to shoe ourselves
there’s whiskey in the jar—
enough to shoe ourselves
in four-leaf clovers, which
we do, all the way to and from the bar.
I am, we are
God unshod.
we do, all the way to and from the bar.
I am, we are
God unshod.
