"Fian"

The creed proceeds the need indeed

But there’s no time to tame the steed

The freed agreed my toast of mead

But there’s no rhyme for men as we

Brimming mugs and ruddy faces

You find them in so many places

Grinning thugs and muddy spaces

The battles left so many traces

We all explain the war to you

We all estrange from four to two

When deranged the war was new

Once was plain and then it grew

Fights aren’t good for academics

Nights aren’t good for those in church

But if you try to speak to us

Might smash your face into the dirt

Esoteric Lancelot

Haven’t shaved since we first fought

Next the cleric blessed the spot

Always shaved and always taught

“Men there is a God for you

He is not old and is not new

He always wants to wait for us

Invented every prayer and cuss"

I spat my juice and thought a bit

“Preacher, you can’t teach me shit”

I took the bread and then I bit

“Teacher, where’s the grit in it?”

He looked at me and knew it true

I left him with a poignant clue

I could be saved and later was

But first I sobered from the buzz

2014