Spoiled Grapes of Wrath
Written April 2, 2016
Queen of sovereignty
Princess of denial
It's more than just a river
Take me down to your water's edge
Where I'll wade in my gown
To dip me in the name of the father, son, and the Holy Ghost
Raise your glasses to a toast
Though sinners promise not to boast
If they hope to be redeemed
Approach it now full head of steam
Feel no pain
White cotton shirt that bears the stain
Red wine that bleeds out from the vines
Of ivy vineyards overarching overpasses
Where homeless men seek shelter from the masses
Hoping that every day shines brighter than the last
I pray for them in the name of those who have passed
On
But you're too far gone for the sounds of classical crescendos
She's not impressed with your clever innuendos
When you speak of breeding Ignorance and Want
She can see through your allegorical alliteration
That couldn't even save the nation
From spoiled grapes of wrath
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