If the jugs of water
were converted to wine
before you; you would find
another reason to call my big divine
agenda something of
a backwards throwback retrograde
something decent people long
ago dispensed with amongst trade
and rapidly diffusing cultures
into one eclectic slop
and I am not a king or minion
I am not a crook or cop
I’ve stacked my jugs up
only water in them oh if
They turned to wine I’d be in
trouble couldn’t afford the tariff
There’s nothing but now and stories
nothing then nothing to come
don’t think it’s just a way of speaking
there’s madness in my idiom
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