all the promises made holy
kept in a sacred book of holy
compiled narrations of unproven truth
frequently kissed by the weedy heads
in times of malady they see you handy
but ceaselessly commit
all sorts of indiscreet
promises abound inside thee
once peruse gives indefinite hope
they tried to dig your deepest meaning
but as always have been
they've failed as slow being
these primates
roaming about
pretending to be all-knowing
who suppose they can hold a grip
but always fail in their attempt to fit