Pharaoh With The Hour Glass Figure

So listen here, folks: This weekend past I was at the Epiphany Party 2012, a Catholic singles' formal dinner and dance sponsored by the Archdiocese of Washington held in Wheaton, Maryland, busy crushing on this siren of a girl in red shoes! Let me tell you, fellas, the women at this party were so searing hot that they made a (Christian) brotha want to get down on his knees before them and crack open his Bible! Good God! I wanted to start at Genesis! You know??!! Ya dig? And I wanted to read these babes straight through to the end of Revelation! UHNNN! With a large dose of THAT SONG OF SOLOMON, UH-HUH! CAN I GET AN AMEN!!?? Man, these girls were off the Rosary chain, fam! But yeah, this girl in the red shoes wore me out-ah! I mean, sheesh! The way she moved....she got the mooo-oooves like Jagger!!!
But alas, I tried to talk to her and she only gave me the barest of responses...perhaps shes dating an NFL linemen...who would beat me into a pulp! Homer Simpson: D'OH!!!!! Dang, girl, Dang guhl...u so fine guhl....why CANT I GET A DATE WITH DA GIRL IN THE RED SHOES AT THE EPIPHANY PARTY 2012!!! She was soooooo pretty! SWEET MOSES! BITTER PHARAOH!!!

LADY IN RED (SHOES) WHERE YOU BE AT??? LOVE ME BABY GIRL LOVE ME!!!

-------------/Lady in Red, Why Aint You Let My Singleness Go? (Epiphany Party 2012 Pt 1)

Singleness...the remedial parochial task of straw and brick
the Sun
scorching induced tear stinging blurred vision. encumbered
even if the straw of trite pat responses of sympathy are provided
by relatives, friends and societal trends with whips of nagging;
angst
scars on biceps memories of jilted forays
the strain of lifting exacerbated when dichotomized against imagination
relaxed rumination on relieved reverent repose
released (one day) from enslavement
a pyramid to crystalize your magnificence hoping one day our silhouettes-
loom large hand in hand at the base, surveyed by the stars
sanguine -
inspire foreign travelers, neophytes to love
three minutes on the dance floor like three days in the wilderness
my palpitating heart an oblation on the altar raised above
raging passion flames
lust smoke
kiss me lest my despondency is pestilence, my heartbreak is a sword
Yahweh's remorse
let my pessimism go like a people desirous of life without taskmasters
lady in the red shoes cruel despot unvarnished
aloof - continued oppression this time sans the standard sympathy
curt conversation, unreciprocated interest smiles feigned after Macarena
sentenced to strain without aide to pick straw:
my only consolation
I wished to hold a feast to our romantic potential just a few moments
from loneliness - my burden by no means reduced your affection for me
idle




--------------/Exodus 5:1-9
Afterward Moses and Aaron went and said to Pharaoh, "Thus says the LORD, the God of Israel, 'Let my people go, that they may hold a feast to me in the wilderness.'" But Pharaoh said, "Who is the LORD, that I should obey his voice and let Israel go? I do not know the LORD, and moreover, I will not let Israel go." Then they said, "The God of the Hebrews has met with us. Please let us go a three days' journey into the wilderness that we may sacrifice to the LORD our God, lest he fall upon us with pestilence or with the sword." But the king of Egypt said to them, "Moses and Aaron, why do you take the people away from their work? Get back to your burdens." And Pharaoh said, "Behold, the people of the land are now many, and you make them rest from their burdens!" The same day Pharaoh commanded the taskmasters of the people and their foremen, "You shall no longer give the people straw to make bricks, as in the past; let them go and gather straw for themselves. But the number of bricks that they made in the past you shall impose on them, you shall by no means reduce it, for they are idle. Therefore they cry, 'Let us go and offer sacrifice to our God.' Let heavier work be laid on the men that they may labor at it and pay no regard to lying words."