It’s not the bandits’
fault, and it’s not the road.
Your unrest – you fool.

The last stage
What to take along?
The gold of the calf? Or the
fragmented tablets?

Look! The whole people
Is resting at the mountain.
Some of them hatless!

Traffic jam: Shvues
The throne of glory:
Impossible to push through
All the suckers-up.

Some advice please
Another question:
If you approach the throne, do
you wear sunglasses?

I am really scared
That all the best words are too

The end of things
Finally it’s you
Who have to add your two words
To the Torah’s tail.