Bedlamite…
Old man Wibble, lush diviner, duke of babble, mad soothsayer,
& drunken oracle drinks the Liquid Jesus straight from the bottle.
Spirituous Sancti, like God full throttle.
The Bedlamite seer & fortune teller croons,
“Write your own fable. Believe it’ll all work out.”
“It’s gonna be all right. Everything will be all right.”
“Raise,” He says, “raise a glass to our heterogeneity, & our remarkable resilience through calamity.”
Old man Wibble, duke of babble, drank straight from the bottle, danced on the table.
Fortune teller croons, “The world may tipple. The world may wobble.
Raise your bottle of God full throttle, the Liquid Jesus, Spiritous Sancti. Write your own fable & believe it’ll all work out.”
“It’s gonna be all right. Everything will be all right.”
