Don’t Sue the Cide

Artwork by Author

The Sun is hot and the Autumns fly
but do not Sue the Cide

The deeds are done, and you’re the guy
but do not try that Cide

Lava rocks your only brain
yet do not file that Suit

The gun it hovers pink at sky
just do not let it shoot

The cupboard full of tricks, it calls
but do not Sue that Cide

The haunting screams, it grips, it mauls
you must keep your breath aride

The time is boa’d at your ribs
but do not dip the tide

For nothing good has ever come
From Suing on that Cide

I hear your grunt and groan my friend
I hear you make no noise

You try to pray, but wretch again
But do not Sue those boys

Nothing well lives on that Cide
It’s promise, the final lie

That is why you must go on
And never Sue your Sigh

I know a man, his name was Judas
He ripped his guts on trees

But Jesus also bled with stress
yet drove his soul to knees

So buy no more that plot so tried
That Final Siren singing

For every boy who Sued his Side
Found nothing in its bringing

Perhaps a judge waits on that Cide
Perhaps he’s even loving

But those who Sue their own poor Hide
land in his courts by shoving

Time is slow, and time is fast
It’s rarely on your side

It whispers things no bloke should hear
But Sue not on that glide

Brave is better, Seasons bend
Surprises bless the dark

But those who Sue the Cider’s blend
They never taste that mark . . .

I hear you whimper, your tears are hot
your face a grimaced squeeze

But hope, my friend, with muscles taut
— some sweet might come next breeze

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