Showing posts with label This Is God's Hand. Show all posts
Showing posts with label This Is God's Hand. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 5, 2025

Jenny

 Jenny

 

Jenny’s seventeen the queen of the scene                  

She lives in fantasy she wishes for the dream                       

Jenny’s been to places we’ve never been                  

Hear her parents as they fight and scream                 

 

Jenny Jenny Jenny you’re loved by so many

A quarter for a kiss and a hug for a penny

You are a ripe field in the in the Land of Plenty

Jenny Jenny Jenny you’re loved by so many

 

God damn child you had have better behave

You’re gonna send your old man to an early grave

He hits the bottle everythings black

Jenny’s on the run never coming back

 

Jenny Jenny Jenny you’re loved by so many

A quarter for a kiss and a hug for a penny

You are a ripe field in the in the Land of Plenty

Jenny Jenny Jenny you’re loved by so many

 

The whispers of rumors in the high school hall

Nobody understands cause Jenny had it all

An empty seat like a blessing without grace

They say the police are on the chase

 

Jenny Jenny Jenny you’re loved by so many

A quarter for a kiss and a hug for a penny

You are a ripe field in the in the Land of Plenty

Jenny Jenny Jenny you’re loved by so many

 

In the big city the streets ain’t paved with gold

Wondering what to make of all the lies she’s told

She’s meat for a dog and pleasure for a pig

Jenny cries sometimes life is just big

 

She ain’t got a future nothing to last

Hell is always a gamble the die has been cast

Looking ahead while she’s looking behind

All Jenny wanted was something real kind

 

Jenny Jenny Jenny you’re loved by so many

A quarter for a kiss and a hug for a penny

You are a ripe field in the in the Land of Plenty

Jenny Jenny Jenny you’re loved by so many

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Thursday, June 12, 2025

The Curse

 The Curse

 

I am an angel afraid to fly

I am a mortal scared to die

I am the Creator in fear of creation

I am a sinner scorning salvation

Oh Lord hear my lonesome cry

Oh see my pitiful state

Unfathomable mysteries to contemplate

Try as I might try

I cannot soothe my soul

Or be whole

POLISHED FRAGMENTS

Poet To The Poor