Alphabet Folklore (re-editted)
Help the devil is after me and I don't like it one bit.
Well what do you know, I have a hoof for a toe.
Gees Louise I have red knees. Oh fiddle I have a tail
At my middle. How whack, I have wings on my back.
Oh dread, to tic me off I have horns on my head.
Although I tac the look of a dirt devil
I never stopped to look away from God's mighty
Gavel. I am sure I can tell people who I am;
Tic-for-tac my stories can rhyme a lye; That only our
Founders know the stem of cells; Leading meters to Why?
Daring I look up to them and through to those
In SANE. The Devil's advocate could go spell my name.
But to my "'family'" it is not the same. To paraphrase my
Mum it's just a game-To give you an "O" instead of an "A"
But before my Dad dies and after I learn to see
Three jolly little letters were danced around called HIV.
To the medical cynic I would beg and plead to undo this
Cruel fate; yet based on my means it's all innate;
The cure for anxiety is allegedly parnate.
Try to measure the grain of blood like a red cross!
Don't pleasure denial, through which sands of time-
Not Egypt or a scarlet letter; like devils in dark ages litter.
If it is forward or backward it is how they lived;
To scrabble upwards like DARE or MADD did; Treasure the
Measure of life of each kindred kind
Like alphabet soup that souls a mind.