Fat
Lady
At
The
Market,
In
A
Tee
Shirt
Of
Red,
Emblazoned
With
An
Image
Of
A
Legend
Long
Dead,
Blocks
The
Aisle
With
A
Vacant,
Benevolent
Smile.
The
Shirt
Bears
A
Biblical
Curse,
Various
Blessings
Likely
Locked
In
Her
Purse,
Her
Mind
A
Hash
Of
Sour
Mash
I inhale
As
I squeeze
By.
Oh,
Lord,
How
Long
Will
Fools
Use
Your
Word
Like
Song
Lyrics
They
Think
They
Have
Heard?