AUDIO VERSION (set volume before clicking) Biscuits and Gravy

The only tie
that just won’t die
from my
growing up in the south

Is that bisquit and gravy
I’m still savoring
in my mouth
It’s just a flour
and water paste
that takes
me back to when

But the power of that gravy
has seen me
through thick and thin
That pasty glue
that some folks use
to fuse
and stick their stuff together

Has kept me true,
has helped me through the
the blues and blue
and foulest weather
But like sooth in seeds
the truth one needs
that sprouts like weeds
from within the conscience

Gravy’s cheap
and bisquits keep
me humble deep
beneath my nonsense

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