For Lisa Starr, Poet Laureate of Rhode Island, in furtherance of her mission to 'take poetry to places where it is not usually found":
;)
circa 1910
The 23d Psalm up-to-Date
by Dean Kallander
by Dean Kallander
The Ford is my Car,
I shall not want another.
It maketh me to lie down in wet places.
It spoileth my good clothes.
It leadeth me into deep mud holes for its name's sake.
It prepareth a breakdown for me in the presence of my enemies.
Yea, though I run through the valleys, I am towed up the hills.
I fear great evils while it is with me.
Its rods and its engines discomfort me.
It anointeth my head with oil.
Surely to goodness if this thing followeth me all the days of my life,
I shall dwell in the house of the insane forever.
I shall not want another.
It maketh me to lie down in wet places.
It spoileth my good clothes.
It leadeth me into deep mud holes for its name's sake.
It prepareth a breakdown for me in the presence of my enemies.
Yea, though I run through the valleys, I am towed up the hills.
I fear great evils while it is with me.
Its rods and its engines discomfort me.
It anointeth my head with oil.
Surely to goodness if this thing followeth me all the days of my life,
I shall dwell in the house of the insane forever.
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