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Model Jane

What if she’s a LEMON model?
The kind that doesn’t give a care
One with rusting gears and throttle
Face kept in a makeup bottle
Platinum dye to mask grey hair
The kind in War that says, “All’s Fair”

So many years of being told
‘Twas only I that bore the blame
The lack of net weight troy ounce gold
And dreams of stardom growing cold
My roving eye a dirty shame
But two must Tango… this lewd game

We sprang from common factory
Built with pride to serve our Master
The both of us stamped “Model T”
But, I made her my Galaxie!
Urging her to run the “faster”
Throttle wide… straight towards disaster

I dressed and tricked her “to the nines”
Bade her mingle with fancy cars
Polished and buffed her “til she shines!”
On jet-set lobster bisque she dines
Old Babel whispers, “Change your stars…
Queens from Venus. Lackeys from Mars”

I still just that low-born flivver
Top speed forty. Crooked crank rod
V-8 engines made her quiver
So, she sold me down the river
The Rolls-Royce Phantom her new god
ReModeled-T… dons a facade

I saw her dash through my hometown
She hell-bent. Not even braking
So sleek her long red dressing gown
Those fancy purple lights her crown
Rear end differential shaking
¿Was that paint… that I saw flaking?

Old and back to where I started
A hairs-breadth from the car graveyard
Pistons leaking. Broken hearted
Each misfire… an old man farted
Reputation: Feathered and tarred
My chassis rusty, black and scarred

So many just can’t make the grade
New LEMONS rolling off the line
Treating marriage as Stock-in-Trade
Though God’s Word says “til death hath bade”
But… Model Jane leaps vine to vine
A NEW Tarzan to pour her wine

My son now looks to tie the knot
He seeks by birth a low-born Wife
But, will his HELP be sold and bought?
By Babel’s Priests that broadcast rot…
And curse Jane with the “pride of life”
And fill her up with wrath and strife?

What if she’s a LEMON model?
The kind that doesn’t give a care
One with rusting gears and throttle
Face kept in a makeup bottle
Platinum dye to mask grey hair
The kind in War that says, “All’s Fair”

        If so, then for my son…
                DESPAIR

            ****

Methought in dream, I saw on Pilgrim’s Bluff
Two ancient Beetles sitting side by side
Salt sea pocked. Caked with seagull guff
Defiant to the winds of Babel’s Tide
A Book between them, pages worn and rough
I asked how they’d sustained as ‘Man and Bride’

       (In unison “THE-TWO-MADE-ONE” replied)

“The trials of life did prove for us too tough
Ten times in wrath we swore we would divide
But Jesus caught us by the mangy scruff
And shook us ’til we dropped our foolish pride
The grace he gave us proved to be enough
For us He lived… and for us both, He died”

Be stil, and know that I am God: I will bee exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth.

Psalmes 46:10 (Holy Bible 1611)

Wherefore they are no more twaine, but one flesh. What therefore God hath ioned together, let no man put asunder.

Matthew 19:6 (Holy Bible 1611)