Salted & Starved

Let my gold breeched adding council majesty growth
the salt off my arms netting boast
I remove all thoughts of doubt
Justly enriched my dry mouth
Clad in nothing but briney skin
a moth in the waves - an ocean kin
The way is bleak I am cold
The weight on the back pants of stone
Peace has its reward: boredom and broke
Yea and struggle has its common partners: gold filled goats
On legs stronger than man no I thought
Worship, command the animal, wealth is bought!

Let my license to liberty continue this note
Pearled harvest from the quarry of thorns
I tarry into the day plucking the ?oo?ed glory
Secret wealth from the ground, better than the berry
the heavier the burden the greater reward or worry
Only a lick of salt, a back/pant/sack of tarry
The seams have split new sun setting all in array
The color changed on me the gold rocks are now grey
Peace has its reward: boredom and broke
Yea and struggle has its common partners: gold filled goats
On legs stronger than man no I thought
Worship, command the animal, wealth is bought!