One has to watch one’s wings when flying west—
The sudden storms can surge and buffet you
Before you see the lightning streak the clouds.
Next thing you know, you’re grounded, and you’re blue
Because that glib glory hound Gabriel
Has once again gotten to somewhere first.
Just look at him preening his white feathers!
I swear by Yahweh that I think I’m cursed.
Perhaps I’ll singe his sacred golden tips
Before the toff takes credit for the sun.
At any rate, the time has come to soar
Before ol’ Blondie ruins all my fun!
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