How Does Your Pardon Grow?
January 5, 2009
“O plead my cause soldier
And let me stand first”
In the ration line upon the Rhine
Where you wondered how much would be thine
After the negotiation between your God and mine.
You seek blessings of a poltergeist
Zeit of zeit is on the zeit of geist.
Scary Larry, stand on the ferry
How does your pardon grow?
The minute dies, the angel flies
Pushing the harbinger through your marrow.
A moment gone
Without a song
It was a sin to your God.
Another passed
With none harassed
That was a sin to mine.
Scary Larry, stand on the ferry
How does your pardon grow?
The minute dies, the angels surmise
Pushing the harbinger through your marrow.
The pulses evoke
At noon’s stroke
The sun, a puppet to your God.
Some souls arise
Not a big surprise
The dead, a puppet to mine.
Scary Larry, step up to the ferry
How does your pardon grow?
The minute pries on the devil in guise
Your spirit is his to borrow.
