Whistling Kettle

Pray against the hurricane all you want, it came from God.

Now you have a mailing address with no house, how odd.

Why can't we just take things down a notch for the sake of peace.

AA does not erase the memory of scotch, so shoot at the sky with no geese.

I don't have a persistent need to check in with the rules of polite society.

One day you will see the wheels of destruction is what you call sobriety. We are all in the same boat, that is why it is about to capsize.

Some will drown, but the ones that don't can say they were baptized.

If we must separate, it is not a matter of heart ache for me.

The wilderness is a friendly landscape, I partake with glee.

A winding road thins out big traveling groups of nine or ten.

My community whittled down to just me, and I will gladly do it again.

You utter hard speech, but your words are all on my payroll.

I know what you want me to teach, but the ancients don't bow to what is a day old.

Honor my strength for be utterly consumed by it's blast.

I have a balcony, if you have a gun, make me free at last.

When mosquitos bite, I never think to put energy in a well timed swat.

Common veins can not carry royal blood, at least that's what I was taught.

Have the courage to see things my way, or remain blurry.

Have the humility to rejoice in my day, if you don't, I won't worry.

You can always admire my mind from the comfort of a safe distance.

Then you won't need to dress up your fascination with predictable resistance.

My kinship is with the few who are girded with a leather belt.

Yet I am surrounded my theologians who's words land softly if they are ever even felt.

Tabulate my sins, I know who I belong to, so I don't really care.

Regulate your jins, because they own you, and don't ever share.

Collect my mistakes and showcase them proudly at the Louvre.

I don't waste time on role models, so I really have noting to prove.