Canterbury Tales

The Nun’s Tale:
She walks fresh in the waves, his love she forgave,
Descending to her false grave, she must look brave,
She says love’s a new life; his love’s the knife . . .
Cut her an afterlife, she loves his strife,
His bed will preach and show her each
Kiss is only a way to beseech.
It goes against her upbringing,
In her end is her beginning,
Get in line, you’re just one of the flock,
My friend,

Oh, how you’re mocked,
How you’re mocked,
Not a death-wisher, you’re just
Like a rock, like a rock,
in the big polisher.
(The Friar’s Tale)
The Friar’s Tale:
Jesus became the king; loves us, we sing,
But what do these humans bring, when they kiss the ring?
He worries how ascension seems like detention . . .
Never was God’s intention, all this attention,
So in the end, how does He change?
When you’re divine, there’s nothing to rearrange,
His best gift to you, I contend,
Is your beginning is your end,
Get in line, you’re just one of the flock,
My friend,

Oh, how you’re mocked,
How you’re mocked,
Not a sacrificer, you’re just
Like a rock, like a rock,
in the big polisher.
(The Merchant’s Tale)

The Merchant’s Tale:
Money is all you need, you must accede,
Working folks you mislead, love to exceed,
You manage to collude, maybe it’s lewd . . .
All your thoughts are home brewed, your trade is crude,
So in the end, what do you got?
Your whole damn life went to rot,
The best things you just can’t spend,
In your beginning is your end,
Get in line, you’re just one of the flock,
My friend,

Oh, how you’re mocked,
How you’re mocked,
Not a sacrificer, you’re just
Like a rock, like a rock,
in the big polisher.
(The Knight’s Tale)

The Knight’s Tale:
War is necessary, my missionary,
Evolutionary, my mercenary,
The quick sacrificer, best polisher . . .
The rocks polish faster, lives burnt faster,
Someday you’ll learn you don’t need this knife,
But now all you crave is strife,
You’re all clinging, all wringing,
In your end is your beginning,
Get in line, you’re just one of the flock,
My friend,

Oh, how you’re mocked,
How you’re mocked,
Not a death-wisher, you’re just
Like a rock, like a rock,

Oh, how you’re mocked,
How you’re mocked,
Not a sacrificer, you’re just
Like a rock, like a rock,
in the big polisher.