Handbook
Is it truly tribal? As through history we dial,We see it is able.Accused primal,But upon every table.To it I am bridal,The sick to a vial;With many a challenger, yet no rival.The Book is it’s label.A consistent cycleFor something so “primal,”Consistently spinalAnd to guide me, a bridle.You could say it’s gone viral,Having always been vitalE’en to the drinker of the seidel.A sweet melody: vinylTo the hearer, never idle.It is my rifleAgainst any supposing idol.A comforting bubbleTo every trifle.Go on, ask MichaelWhen he made the final,Or any other through any trial!Faithfully tidal,An enveloping spiral-Idyll.I’ll never sidleSin cannot stifleFaith won’t wobble. Is it we who speak libel?