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Array ( [sid] => 126338 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Hats off to Preacher Jake [time] => 2006-09-29 02:08:01 [hometext] => Hats off to you Jacob [bodytext] => Preacher Jake, he’s got two solid pockets
He puts his coins in there from the charity basket
Yeah, he took them from the charity bowl
To place inside a casket

Preacher Jake, he has an eye patch on
It blocks off his left side from sight
It makes it so he can always be just a little closed off
And so when proven wrong half of him is right

Preacher Jake, his children are beat up at school
They’ve got black and blues, you know, they’re treated rough
But I suppose in a kingdom full of elephants
You’ve got to be some kind of tough

Preacher Jake, every day he goes to the market place
He hands out flyers to teach folks what it’s all about
But they just get ticked and mutter to each other
“How dare he make us throw his trash out”!

Preacher Jake, his wife is a mannequin made of bread and wine
She always has a smile on her face
She’s always puttering around with her horse blinds
And red, white and bluing all over the place

Preacher Jake, he holds mass every day of the week
The people come down in their sweaters of wool
He preaches to the choir, the choir is in the seats
As they stare into the mirror of each other and can’t point out the fool

Preacher Jake, he’s a tool, just a pawn, just a cause
As he says that he stands for the one who was selfless in dying
But with all this faith collected of murderous overtones
It’s hard preaching love while your busy crucifying
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Hats off to Preacher Jake

Contributed by Franciswolf on Friday, 29th September 2006 @ 02:08:01 AM in AEST
Topic: CongratulatoryPoems



Preacher Jake, he’s got two solid pockets
He puts his coins in there from the charity basket
Yeah, he took them from the charity bowl
To place inside a casket

Preacher Jake, he has an eye patch on
It blocks off his left side from sight
It makes it so he can always be just a little closed off
And so when proven wrong half of him is right

Preacher Jake, his children are beat up at school
They’ve got black and blues, you know, they’re treated rough
But I suppose in a kingdom full of elephants
You’ve got to be some kind of tough

Preacher Jake, every day he goes to the market place
He hands out flyers to teach folks what it’s all about
But they just get ticked and mutter to each other
“How dare he make us throw his trash out”!

Preacher Jake, his wife is a mannequin made of bread and wine
She always has a smile on her face
She’s always puttering around with her horse blinds
And red, white and bluing all over the place

Preacher Jake, he holds mass every day of the week
The people come down in their sweaters of wool
He preaches to the choir, the choir is in the seats
As they stare into the mirror of each other and can’t point out the fool

Preacher Jake, he’s a tool, just a pawn, just a cause
As he says that he stands for the one who was selfless in dying
But with all this faith collected of murderous overtones
It’s hard preaching love while your busy crucifying




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Re: Hats off to Preacher Jake (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Friday, 29th September 2006 @ 04:02:25 AM AEST
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Very powerfull, moving, awesome, write!
huggs,
emy


Re: Hats off to Preacher Jake (User Rating: 1 )
by accurate on Tuesday, 4th December 2007 @ 04:38:09 AM AEST
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hey francis, i like ur poetry kicks, tricks and skills, they really motivate. but i would advise if u rather be on the supporting than on the offending bcos this preacher aint done notin wrong. cheers




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