Song for Balaam
Word of an ass:
Hunting you down and you can’t escape,
Climb up the hill, see the people and gape!
You get what you ask.
Sing the wrong key,
The truth reaches out and seizes your jaw.
Forced to give praise for what you just saw,
Word of a donkey.
Word of jack
Asses abounded and spoke all the time,
But your people are gone and covered in lime.
The God folk are back!
Here are the rules:
with my wife I make babies and baptize them all,
With your whores make you mules.Discussion about this post
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