Lawrence Immemorial (unfinished)

I was born in Babylon
Time stamped three a.m.
Maternity was packed and jacked
With what we knew as men

The fog was thick in Babylon
The day I came of age
It broke three hearts when I climbed the stairs
As the ink dried on the page

I’ve booked a trip to Babylon
To shush up chatty tombs
If I’m not back by Easter’s Day
Have Mother rent my room.

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