Script or Scraps

Strasser, Lund, Renault and Blaine
Who now controls old Mr. Payne?
Renault and Lund - autos and boats
Who will make some Spcrecher floats

The wicked prefer scripts to truth
They don't believe the book of Ruth
The wicked teach their children lies
Then wrongly claim they're the 'good guys'

What kind of son would sell his mother
A script and then tell his closest 'other'
"We don't want our kids to know the truth
and surely won't put up a booth!'

The script that's sold won't change the truth
It's more fake than a shaky tooth
A son that won't hear truth from mother
Prefers falsehood from his Sunday brother 

Scripts abound in households where
יהוה less welcome than a hare
When a son will hear the truth from mother
The holy Spirit he won't smother

'Smother the puck' is sometimes heard
At the same a dove or gadwall bird
Must still accomplish it's non-script duty
And emerge as an anti-liar genuine beauty

Scraps are discarded fabric squares
Scraps are sometimes fruity pears
Scraps of truth are often sought
By the people who the LIARS taught

The liars will pretend and hide
They'll refuse to say 'She was his bride
until he went to a lawyer's side
and rejected counseling due to pride"

I rather set down scraps of truth
'An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth'
The wicked will try to evade what's true
And won't appreciate string scraps of blue

When  the day or night has surely come
That your child now treats you as though your scum
You'll need to seek more scraps of truth
From those  who appreciate a Sukkoth booth

Scraps of  branches shall get raised up
Around a tasty clean meal I'll sup
Scripted sons of perdition  won't prepare
A place for Napthali, Zebulun and a D.A.R.E. bear