Wednesday, November 14, 2012

The Proverbs 16:28 Song


The Proverbs 16:28 Song

This is what I like to do:
I sit around and stew and stew.
I heard a tale concerning you,
I added to it what I knew.
I formed my theory, spun through and through
About what all that you did do.
I can't be wrong; I know 'tis true.
But I won't tell you; Just sit and stew.
Because this is what I like to do.

This is who I like to be.
Don't stop me now, just leave me be.
Who are you to correct me,
When I have facts now, can't you see?
You said this here, and you meant me.
You thought this there, and thought of we.
You wicked soul, how could you be
The kind to think such thoughts of me?
I know you did, I read your diary.

This is what I really think:
You dirty dog, you really stink.
I'm sure you did each awful thing
That came to me on gossip's wing.
Convinced that each has full truth's ring,
Why should I ask you? It would sting.
I cannot be the one to bring
These awful facts into your hearing.
I would never hurt your feeling.

This is who I really am.
You thought you knew but you were scammed.
I'm sure your soul is surely damned
By things I heard, by facts I rammed.
You got yourself into this jam.
So I just schemed and snuck and planned,
As each new fact about you crammed
Into my twisted tale so grand.
Because this is who I really am.

This is where I do belong:
Among all those who can't be wrong,
With Einstein, Darwin, Huey Long.
My facts add up; my notes make song.
But if I were to go along
With your silly claim I might be wrong,
That would then my pain prolong,
When I was healing, getting strong
Convinced of all your wrong, wrong, wrong.
Don't take me from where I belong.

----Victor E. Mowery, November 2012