When the new Priest came
he held in some disdain
the people who laid claim
with claws into his predecessor
Like an overgrown garden untended
they spread their clinging vines unmended
all around his patio choking the rhyme
out of his song as that dragged along
their bribes and favors earned and demanded
So one day in a clearing rage
he took a pic ax to the yard
and swiftly bagged the wilted folliage far
he flung it to the burning trash-heap
like Gehenna.