Impound My Dogma

IMPOUND MY DOGMA BY THE SIDE OF THE ROAD.

IN A DITCH OF MASCULINITY,

WHERE THE GODS OF MACHISMO CAN DUMP THEIR LOAD.

STARING PAST THE BARBWIRE FENCE,

AT THE ROCKS OF RECOMPENSE.

LISTENING TO THE BOYS OF CHOIR

SINGING SONGS OF THE TUMBLE WEED.

ROLLING, ROLLING, ROLLING

BLOWING, BLOWING, BLOWING

RELIGION IS WAR.

BUT WE ALL KNOW THAT ALREADY.

EGO IS A BORE.

THE DANG ROCKS ARE THE ONLY STEADY.

BUT THEN AGAIN ‘TIS ONLY WATER