Down from the summit he recited the Torah
Touring Jerusalem's chapels
The Maccabees, Moses, and a bush set aflame
It's why they light their candles
Dead Sea syrup and an Israeli sun
Ingredients for a damaged head
Marinating in holy water
He should've been dead
His salt-infused body shriveled up
Naked on the bathroom floor
Worshipers wail for eons
As innocence washes shores
No commission for a stuttering salesman
Stock plummeting with every tear
He was abandoned in a restaurant
She had never seen a seizure
Twisted fingers on twisted strings
His highlight every time
Jamming makes his writs sore
But brings his spirit back to life
He plays songs like "Stairway"
Teaching his son sometimes
Eyes roll back when he recollects
Memories sublime
He lost his wallet getting gasoline
Naive of his actions, lost in a dream
Left eye was twitching
He was swimming up stream
Blueberries were hot coals
He wasn't even embarrassed
Refrigerator was wide open
The joker face scared us
His persona was pathetic
Like 1979
Laughing at the paramedics
It's the size of a dime
Dr. Jekyll does experiments
Mr. Hyde is released
You can't cure epilepsy with marijuana
But you can disguise the disease
This dependency is your weakness
Without it you could survive
You're a prize-winner at the Preakness
But it's manslaughter if you drive
Broken blood and successful syllables
Thanks to thirteen pills
Your defeat is inevitable
Stumbling over the hills
In the shower and at the sink
Payback for his absence
Twenty five years was harder than you think
This life you created doesn't make sense
Competitiveness is his downfall
He lives off gambling
Whether blackjack or football
He's jeopardizing everything
Dealing out death sentences
Dessert with his eyes shut
How's the view of the beheadings?
While sucking on coconuts
The slightest hunger is famine
Ugliness needs a snack
History is unexamined
So bite tongue and step back
Lawnmowers invade oxygen
Wear your surgeon's mask
Mistakes without justification
I'm afraid what to ask
The last of kin is disappointed
"Good things will come," he tells me
His advice is like a tire deflating
It's never what I need
Dad is set in his own stubborn ways
It's a reflection of his father
To each his own he proclaims
But for me it's just a bother