Good start then becomes weird

Please don't tell me how to
spell. I know it,
yes ma'am, I know it all.
And I feel great. Better
than the clean glass vials of country loving
in the tabernacle. My God is my judge;
no gown, no gavel. Perry Mason facin'
the barrel if he tattle: My Bod is the rage
no frills, just ballads
about his whom her what
that daddy thing daddy did it
nobody said anything
and it was fun being silent.
Gourds.