Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine hand,
'Gainst whom the Cat could not hold argument,
Persuade our Mom to this false perjury?
Vows for thee broke deserve not punishment.
The last K I forswore; but I will prove,
Thou being a varlet, I forswore not Mom:
My vow was earthly, thou a hellion raised;
Thy sin being gain'd cures all disgrace in me.
My vow was breath, and breath a vapour is;
Then, thou hell's flame, that warms us from below,
Exhale this vapourous vow; in thee it is:
If broken, then it is no fault of mine.
If by me broke, what fool would be at fault
To loose an oath under dark Hell's assault?

SHaking Willie Geronimo, Po8 Laure8 of the Ninth Street and Avenue A Tribe