pope..doing it tough, page-2

he moved his mute mouth
as a gesture to the mob
at a trellis where the peas lined up
defenseless in their pod
the corn had lent its ears
to uncommunicative cob
an artificial sound-augmenting canvassing rod

if populations are to prosper as you enter your pin
we must now address a letter as the mail goes in
or otherwise we suffer
it a sinny sin sin

I wanted to recant
is why the scalpel went in
artificial interference
at my chinny chin chin

recalcitrant the edict
I empower you out there!
to a lotta thank god
in the african air