Saint Lucy's Healing Power

   
   "Saint Lucy's Healing Power"
   
Saint Lucy consecrated her virginity to the Almighty God;
As a result, her mother healed by a Divine Nod;
At any rate, refused marriage to a polytheistic pagan;
Next, endured eye-gouging, which proved the axiom of a cruel nation;
Regardless, eyes restored upon preparation for holy burial,
And during November in 1981, her mummified skeleton stolen--so weirdly terrible.  

Epididymitis--Boy!

    
   "Epididymitis--Boy!"
   
Epididymitis, let me basically tell ya boy:
"Outlawed Elephantiasis of the scrotal sac Mr. Rob Roy."
Indeed, like mercurially hit tennis balls in the abdomen punching,
Making you hate the corporeal cruel of exercise-styled running;
Hence, as if Kerouac, you must get on the road to the physician, thumbing,
Not eating the naked lunch of Burroughs, which to the strait-laced is mind-numbing.    

Candida--YUCK!!!

   
   
"Candida--YUCK!!!"
    
I ain't fooling 'bout taking Diflucan--
Had a yeast infection, metaphorically, on rear and in mouth--like Turkey with Putin;
Anyway, Candida or blazing bullshit beyond,
Sings the wild and weird of a physician's song,
Offering:  "No dudes with weirder sickness than you."
And I am Leopold Bloom--agoraphobically a counterpoise-like wandering Hebrew;
Thus, I read the "Taming of the Shrew"--
Throw it back to ALL the guys,
Taking care of you with hamburgers and fries.  

Yankee Fox

   
   "Yankee Fox"
   
"Vulpes vulpes" might an Emperor announce,
Knowing the red fox can pounce on a mouse,
Being the foxiest of foxes; plus, as the Northern Native Americans did know
Can inspire insight and wisdom to the elements overthrow;
Moreover, the art of invisibility---though nice to view and see,
Some might say a feline-like canine, but having coyote scat that is symmetrical and free
Of many intestinal problems--yup, surely more dog with mirth and glee--
And he's come down to Nashville, haunting the suburban sprawl,
Playing in the grassy lawns, making our amusement laugh tall--
A bit of an entertainer from years of my personal observation,
Throwing the morning news before the Internet trumped a print media nation.   

Donald Trump's esoteric mercy; plus, flax seed overdose

   
   "Donald Trump's esoteric mercy; plus, flax seed overdose"
    
   The "Donald" and his Tax Plan gives couples making under fifty thousand FREE yearly taxes; moreover, individuals, whether due to Leopold Bloom's "problem" or, if females, with creamy yeast infections from intrusive, frat party discharge--whatever, he's looking after the impoverished.
   Moreover, there are many pieces of underground lore concerning Trump assisting, financially, poor people he meet through the art of serendipity,  And Trump University?  Have you ever read Thomas Hardy's "Jude the Obscure" pseudo-educated people?  T.S. Eliot called it:  "A work of sublimity."  
   And knowing the effects of organic golden flax seed--I've abused it to have super-symmetrical bowel evacuation; on the contrary, I never contracted euphoria, though upon fecal release it was a glistening golden parachute--for the day.
   They say we're weird.  That Trump is an anomaly.  Of course--keep Putin guessing.  Make the freaking deals.  Show me the money Johnny Football; moreover--get some couth, and you will be great.  Canada is always a year's worth option, to get the pigskin think-tank back.
   Trump cannot be bought.  Hell, Air Force One hasn't the golden opulence of the Trump Aircraft; as a result, a conductor for the gods.  Did not Herod find Christ MAD?  Is this not an anomalous Capitalist with a coyote's bizarre heart, of teaching, esoterically?
   And no matter how weird he was--Gore Vidal knew:  "There is no esoteric knowledge in a college classroom."   
   

Saint Teresa of Avila and reptilians

   
   "Saint Teresa of Avila and reptilians"
    
To become a recognized Saint ain't easy,
Gotta deal with Catholic investigation, a tough venture--like with George and Weezy;
Regardless, Saint Teresa knew of the 7 crystal-like Chambers
Till mystical completion, where there are no haters;
Specifically, she describes reptiles on her ascetic-like trek,
Beyond Terra's metaphorical swampland that can be heck;
Indeed, not only an adder in the Garden of Eden,
Yet a Virgin's foot on the head of it--to stop it from breathing--
Way back in Genesis before Moses did literally know
Of how to the pesky, lesser gods overthrow.   

Existence Womb (67)

   
   "Existence Womb (67)"
    
   Miriam awoke in a rubber-walled room, encompassed in a straight jacket, within the southern states of America, where they have no pity or mercy.  Dr. Luke enters.
   
MIRIAM
Dad!  Dad!  What's going on?
  
DR. LUKE
You know I'm not your father.  You need to get a grip on reality and stop this psychotic nonsense--you murdered your mother after all.
  
MIRIAM
What!?!  I was in a reptilian craft, taken from Canada.  My Mom committed suicide.  And you're my Dad.

DR. LUKE
I'm increasing your medication.  You're in an institute for the criminally insane--and you sincerely deserve it.  Exits.  
  
MIRIAM
Buck.  Buck.  Please hear me great Templar Knight and werewolf fueled by the Holy Spirit,  Please hear and help me.
   
   Miriam began to cry, fully aware of the iniquity of life, remembering Reagan's words that THEY were among us, making a once divine Garden of Eden into a den of devils.  Next, Miriam heard the angels call:  "It's never over Sister Miriam.  Don't ever give up--not even at the hour of death."