Bless from Hanging Bells


Try to assassinate character

But you have no aim

You just speak and game blame

Predictable, like forecasts in midwest

It’s a loss not a plus

I’m at a loss, which is only a plus

Jester comic fool idiot amusing 

Circles, elephants, whatever in air

That’s all they do in language

People listen, how is that

They have a framed paper

Authority, so quiet – they have the stick, some wand

Rain predicted, or something, that’s all they need speak