The Root of a Web

Plenary Indulgences (A Song for Martin Luther)

What is

A plenary indulgence

Is it a law

Or fee

Or even a protection for me

Well I'm afraid that they don't protect you

From the state

And the Church just wants to keep a record

Of you refusing to masturbate

(You're queer)

But if you want to argue law

Or rebel against them for fee

Or even come up with a Church

That works without them for free

Then we'll let your government know

And you can be against it

So you can live

In a heap of

And that's why we have a test

In the Catholic faith like charity

Because it's just a record

Of whom is a pederast

That we convict of needing more Church times

For the priests way pay as defense attorneys

The Root of a Web

There’s an empty space inside a task

The box where you can’t work

But from that combination we see

A half formed heart of me.

Long surrounded by myths on TV

Not one of us can ponder what it means

But the central mystery be

Where can we fix this machine?

This is the spider’s den

But there is no way out of it

And here we can’t repair

Our way out of here

The spider eats the fly

And we are on a hunk of rotting meat

Dear Leader

My young son we live in the mountains

Your wife and I are a family

She is my bride, and your mother

But together our world will prosper

Those far away have liable odds

Trends and baubles and bodies

But here we are spiders in the silk

Nothing above us but the sky as milk

These rhymes grow ever more complex

Dense and droit and clever and tense

Throughout our strain a pistol refrains

America, is our home again.