New Classic Poems – Contemporary Verse That Rhymes

New Classic Poems
Family Matters
Prophet of Sod
Aaron Wilkinson
My Grandpa told me 'fore he died,
"The greatest sin of man is Pride.
Best never see the city, son,
Don't ever leave the mountainside.
It's yours since you became a man
So make your way as best you can,
'Cause someday this'll all be gone.
A sacrifice to Babylon."
Now owing he's a proper fan
Of God and all His Ten Commands
The parish loaned him resting ground
On proper consecrated land.
Some folks begrudge his tiny grave
(Which others think befits a slave's)
But it'll grow as green a lawn
As ever grew in Babylon.
I'll credit him for dying brave,
He never bitched and wouldn't cave
When life was tough. But he was strict;
And now it's time to misbehave.
I'm gazing on a sea of green,
The finest crop you've ever seen.
The guy who showed me how's a con
Who shat some time down Babylon.
I'm more than used to living clean
Which mostly means you’re living mean.
Now working through the harvest time
I wonder how it could've been.
My ladies bloomed a pound apiece
Of buds with some to spare for grease.
I bummed a ride from cousin John,
And trucked the lot to Babylon.
We talked about our newest niece
And kept an eye out for police.
Instead a pack of bikers showed
And took us for some lambs to fleece.
The city steamed from off a way.
It's skyline's shroud was coffin gray.
I knew that I'd become a pawn
To all the sins of Babylon.
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