Spike is Best

Give me stone, give me mortar,
give me a burger with onions
and cheese, give me good weather,
give me a large dark coffee with cream,
give me muscles and give me water,
give me a rather docile brain, give me
claritas, give me good dumb,
give me mountain clouds and bears,
bears in the clouds, mountains in the bears,
give me a level, give me two levels,
give me the wanton grace to stare
ordinarily dumb, shriven with dumb,
give me to know that I do not know,
give me onion rings and a beer,
give me a trap and a rat in the trap
dead as a doornail, dead as a rat,
give me fingertips sore and give me sore feet,
give me a new fresh day like the air,
give me a bed, give me a roof, give me dry
away from the wet, give me sufficient
vitamin D, give me wells of deep sleep,
give me to always healthily piss
without passing stones, or any trinkets,
give me to never finish a book
by Dickens or Austen or Tolstoy or Twain,
give me a trump card, give me twenty,
to buy some caviar and huck it away,
give me detachment from money,
give me freedom from poison rigidity,
from hardness towards God
by liturgical law,
and from softness towards money
by a needing maw,
give me healthy hatred of money, give me spite
for the spirit of money, dung of the devil,
crud of the world, give me freedom
from hateful money, from silver and gold, bitcoin too,
from credit and debit, from mortgage and debt,
monopoly and risk, the game of life,
all this moronic and endless bullshit,
give me to never be a master of truth,
never let me deal in absolutes,
give me to always submit to truth,
give me to always submit to absolutes,
give me to know that I am a sheep
in need of a shepherd, give me to never
be a master of truth, or absolutes,
to hide from myself, to hide myself
in the framed mirror, give me to never
be sophomoric and rigid, ever,
give me thought for what no one thinks for,
give me care for what everyone drives over,
give me the grace to annoy the herd,
give me stone, give me mortar.