Bring it on

pencilnecks and havahearts 

will get no second chance

they should have come in battlegear

instead of dressed to dance

they failed at every tour-de-force

when all the hammers fell

and far across the rainy sky

there was a lonesome knell

wavered souls and plastic beads

contain no ambiance

while drunken faithful swarm as one

into a magic trance

Gideon's bible lacks the stroke

to save the fools from hell

the street's a chancey place to run 

it casts an evil spell

2009