J. Esquire gaunt and dire in a moral world.. crispy critter caught afire burning gas was hurled.. woe head to toe even though surgeons agreed.. they improved on nature.. yep.. ‘a well done cutting deed’..
Plays are written folks are bitten by an evil fang.. happened 4 times daily when the ancient ‘Bite Bell’ rang.. trouble burst as bubbles when the biter chomped on down.. on the legs of old folklore.. infected half the town..
Proctor formed a council law would bounce this child of bite.. find another story.. unknown for the night.. another promise laden on women cows great ox.. owls poring through piles of books brought by their Clerk the Fox..
Grandfather of Dylan though unwillin’ kept an eye.. clearer in the day of simple.. questioned will to try.. Peaceful soldiers in the time great son Bobby sings.. love for true in farmer rows as small town church bells ring..
J.Esquire born to choirs bloody film and bones.. born to this world billion fold.. most last name of ‘Jones’.. J. Esquire movie star was met by sure old friends.. J. E. in his fear you see.. said he won’t come again..
Left in burning pain of laughter though most laugh in glee.. gave his soul to friends he had.. trying to get free.. old disaster.. infant masters never could have known.. what they lost.. treble the cost.. passed to child now grown..
Seconds beckon endlessly said somewhere before.. unknown game of life waits fated.. past fates unseen door.. perfect energy met true in something uncontrolled.. your gift the only part of you met well is your true soul..