Medusa, think o' me in olden tymes
mixing honey w/ ur wine & Christ
went door to door collecting witches;
the tax man following knowing he is
headed to the house of his mistress;
there Christ lay his head down & hid
his wallet from his baby mama; there
his boys met around midnight to play
poker; his daughter running into the
room bringing daddy a cold beer; this
is the school for warlocks long taught
by the angels who wish all men to be
professors, philosophers & poets; as
above as a dove comes down & gives
her spiritual gifts to the things of this
world; she is the seven sealed trove