[TruthTalk] To Kay - a little bit about me:)

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My preacher ain�t a Westmont man He�s never brokered moderation He�s a rock star from the land Where stars are born to rock creation   �Spoiled for this world�, he said. �God loves Johnny Rotten. �God�ll save him and the Queen if God she�s not forgotten.�   My preacher ain�t a Harvard grad Ain�t born-bred M.A. In his service there�s a lad who�s fed five thousand in one day   �Spoiled for this world�, he said, �but God loves Johnny Rotten. �God�ll save him and the Queen if God she�s not forgotten.�   My preacher ain�t from Asbury He never went to college Strangely warms he memory   wielding power over  knowledge   �Spoiled for this world�, he said; �God loves Johnny Rotten. �God�ll save him and the Queen if God she�s not forgotten.�   My preacher ain�t a Bob Jones man He has the world in view Love ain�t under Bob�s command Love commands a chosen few   �Spoiled for this world�, he said, �but God loves Johnny Rotten. �God�ll save him and the Queen if God she�s not forgotten.�   My preacher ain�t from seminary Ain�t from Rome or Dallas The opulence ain�t ordinary Mercy is not malice   �Spoiled for this world�, he said, �but God loves Johnny Rotten. �God�ll save him and the Queen if God she�s not forgotten.�   My preacher ain�t from anyone�s schizm Ain�t conspired with anyone�s camp Take his cross to church and prison Take his cross where hobos tramp   �Spoiled for this world�, he says; �God loves Johnny Rotten. �God�ll save him and the Queen if God she�s not forgotten.�   �Spoiled for this world�, he says, �but God loves Johnny Rotten. �God�ll save him and the Queen if God she�s not forgotten.� �If God she�s not forgotten.� �2004go | P235 * poet235.com | (last poem of 2004)