a light mist hung
over the river
early this morn

goading is a favorite pastime
which some individuals delight in

he cast a spell on me
that man of wizardry
he cast a spell on me

that man of wizardry
he kept a love potion up his sleeve
that man of wizardry

he kept a love potion up his sleeve
his magic was very potent
he kept a love potion up his sleeve

his magic was very potent
it attracted me like a magnet
his magic was very potent

it attracted me like a magnet
I was drawn into his proximity
it attracted me like a magnet

I was drawn into his proximity
his abracadabra wand so satiates
I was drawn into his proximity

his abracadabra wand so satiates
sublime is the sorcery he employs
his abracadabra wand so satiates

sublime is the sorcery he employs
he has me where he wants me
sublime is the sorcery he employs

he has me where he wants me
that man of wizardry
has me where he wants me

he cast a spell on me
that man of wizardry
he cast a spell on me

that man of wizardry
he kept a love potion in his satchel
that man of wizardry  

he kept a love potion in his satchel
his magic was very potent
he kept a love potion in his satchel

his magic was very potent
it attracted me like a magnet
his magic was very potent

it attracted me like a magnet
I was drawn into his proximity
it attracted me like a magnet

I was drawn into his proximity
his abracadabra wand so satiates
I was drawn into his proximity

his abracadabra wand so satiates
sublime is the sorcery he employs
his abracadabra wand so satiates

sublime is the sorcery he employs
he has me where he wants me
sublime is the sorcery he employs

he has me where he wants me
that man of wizardry
he has me where he wants me

he cast a spell on me
that man of wizardry
he cast a spell on me

that man of wizardry
he kept a love potion up his sleeve
that man of wizardry

he kept a love potion up his sleeve
his magic was very potent
he kept a love potion up his sleeve

he magic was very potent
it attracted me like a magnet
he magic was very potent

it attracted me like a magnet
I was drawn into his proximity
it attracted me like a magnet

I was drawn into his proximity
his abracadabra wand so satiates
I was drawn into his proximity

his abracadabra wand so satiates
sublime is the sorcery he employs
his abracadabra wand so satiates

sublime is the sorcery he employs
he has me where he wants me
sublime is the sorcery he employs

he has me where he wants me
that man of wizardry
he has me where he wants me

into the abyss of envy he
*fell
it gobbled him down in its
well

the desire to be the class
act
tormented his resentment
tract

they of quills superb of
skill
outshone the poseur's paltry
till

he hankered for what they
held
yet alas his penning so bad in
meld

at espying their brilliance of
verse
the ground swallowed him up as a
purse

jealousy he'd never ever
subdue
of the green hue there'd be an enduring
*due

on the adrenalin of popularity they thrive
it pumps within their veins so inflated
if there were none they'd not survive

an accolade won't make them feel deflated
they've got to receive all the bolstering
it pumps within their veins so inflated

always gathering plaudits for a holstering
which brings unto them that air of rise
they've got to receive all the bolstering

the supporter base not going into demise
devotees keeping the pulse throbbing swell
which brings unto them that air of rise

to be the premier acts in a long spell
falling out of favour they'll not easily tolerate
devotees keeping the pulse throbbing swell

much adulation ever liking to slate
falling out of favour they'll not easily tolerate
on the adrenalin of popularity they thrive
if there were none they'd not survive

something odd
was happening
to all the clocks
yesterday afternoon
none of them ticked
they fell silent
time seemed to be
in suspended animation
hours went by
without a minute of notation

father time had decided
to have a little time out
he had been busy
keeping time for eons of years
we all wondered
when he'd resume
his time keeping duties
the old fellow
had become somewhat tired
with keeping the 24 hour time cycle everyday

out of his slumber
he did finally arise
to start the motion of time
before darkness of night
fell upon our eyes

something odd
was happening
to all the clocks
yesterday afternoon
none of them ticked
they fell silent
time seemed to be
in suspended animation
hours went by
without a minute of notation

father time had decided
to have a little timeout
as he'd been busy
keeping time for eons of years
we all wondered
when he'd resume
his time keeping duties
the old fellow
had become somewhat tired
with keeping the 24/7 time cycle everyday

out of his slumber
he did finally arise
to start the motion of time
before the darkness of night
fell upon our eyes

the
A
list
log
usually
features
the
A
list
mob
but
the
A
list
log
isn't featuring the mob as much
a few up
and comers
have taken the place
of
the
A
list
mob
the
A
list
log
was due
for a shake up
viewing familiar artists
day in day out
is akin to catching
the same kettle of trout

the anthem of an empty soul*
a shell crammed full in nothingness
absolutely nil to this choral tune
vacancy's note played by one sole pan
there's a humdrum to its pitch
packing's plump the missing ingredient

always with an absence of ingredient
starved was this emaciated soul
not having the richest cloven pitch
inside infinite quantities of nothingness
ever the void sound to its pan
a totally scooped out dull tune

zero being in the husk of the tune
this cavernous space possessing no ingredient
like that of a dead hearted pan
as it had but the blankest soul
completely useless this bare nothingness
lacking of an ample vessel's pitch

such was the hopelessness to the pitch
its essence so poorly of tune
deprived this barren nothingness
the inner pith hollow of ingredient
all taken from the lifeless soul
where they'd be a destitute pan

an aimless chord in the pan
containing not a wholeness of pitch
the desert abiding without soul
insolvency was its lasting tune
so hungering for that ingredient
to quell the wretched nothingness  

an interior gulf replete in nothingness
needful of feeding with a brimming pan
craving much for the ingredient
that ever opulent barrow of pitch
a human warbling a pitiful tune
this ballad so dismal of soul

ingredient not present, a vast nothingness
soul much overloaded, in an unfurnished pan
*pitch harping the strains, of a unfilled tune

I read what Yasmin
had to say
in her astrology column
to-day
she said I'd be compelled
to pen a story
she also mentioned
that I'd get a surprise
one of those
would be a sight for
sore eyes
she went on to say
that I'd be working behind
the scenes
she got that one right
as I do a lot of stuff
at the back of a screen
her accuracy
in making astrological predictions
is absolutely unreal
Yasmin has the foresight
of a seer
her vision and insight
is second to none
tomorrow
I'll be reading her column
with much interest
to see if she sees
a gentleman
on the horizon
for me
to date
she hasn't envisioned
that in my star chart
but I'll keep reading
her column
till she gets
that part of my story
one hundred percent correct

pulling the wool, a liaison is obvious
pulling the wool, a liaison is obvious
the blind fold removed, be not fooled
the blind fold removed, be not fooled
a liaison is obvious, be not fooled
pulling the wool, the blind fold removed

being too clever, they've no cover
being too clever, they've no cover
exposed for sighting, eyes astute know
exposed for sighting, eyes astute know
they've no cover, exposed for sighting
being too clever, eyes astute know

their escapade so absurd, it sure is
their escapade so absurd, it sure is
we aren't deceived, amateur play actors
we aren't deceived, amateur play actors
it sure is, amateur play actors
we aren't deceived, their escapade so absurd

exposed for sighting, we aren't deceived
a liaison is obvious, eyes astute know
pulling the wool, it sure is
be not fooled, amateur play actors
their escapade so absurd, they've no cover
being too clever, the blind fold removed

rehearsing...

in the mind
he rehearses
a sequence of blows
lefts and rights
uppercuts
the jabbing low
whilst dancing and skipping
on spry feet

insides...

butterflies start to flutter
around in his insides
yet knowing the opponent
must not see any nerves
he's got to be
cool  
and
assertive
the glove's punch
deliveries
being
a
bout
winner

dreaming...

it's fight night
at the Las Vegas
Grand Garden Arena
he'll slog it out
for the welter weight title
muscles
poised
his package
ready
to wear the crowning
belt buckle

With the tightfisted budget now handed down
There is a lot of ******* people in our nation's towns
Mr Hockey has hit the taxpayers with a double decker bus
High and low income earners put well into a binding truss

Revolt in the Senate Chamber is showing on the cards
The government will be in receipt of a few shrapnel shards
Legislation won't get passed in a timely manner
There will be the flying of a double dissolution banner

Then the Abbott mob will be well and truly stumped
Voters are itching to have the extra tax imposts bumped
Canberra shall shortly be in for an enormous rattling
Heft taxing has the nation's populous struggling and battling

Had the GST been set at fourteen percent and on everything
Our tax burden to-day wouldn't be so troubling
Government must learn to live within its boundaries
As the tax paying public are sickening of all the levees

Tax policy is in need of urgent attention too right
For parliamentarians don't seem to see our plight
Mr Shorten has stated that his mob can fix our woes
But his side of politics has not the scent of a rose

We are stuck with a budget which has us ******* down
And it offers us nothing of the lights in mirthful town
The treasury calculator has a very mean spirited spike
Twill there ever be a tax regime which we'll all like

the children
these mere babes
trust the adults
yet the adults
betray their trust
and do unspeakable things
that repulse decent people
within a society

the children '
aren't safe
the children
aren't secure
in the hands of men and women
who are so
impure

the children
cannot fully blot out
what has been done to them
the sullying of their bodies
and the distressing of their minds
stays over a lifetime

the children
need
the law's protection
from the
predator's
filthy infection

the children
suffering
the horrific assaults
which leave
repugnancy's
marring results

if an incident is happening somewhere
you can be assured that the CIA are there
they have an extensive network all over the planet
embedding themselves in sands and in granite

a news item we'll hear sometime to-day
telling of violence and all sorts of divisive play
we'll be disturbed and so we should be
the CIA working unchecked and ever so free

read the literature that is online for sighting
and you'll discover that the CIA organization is somewhat blighting
the planets population should be fully aware
that operatives from the CIA are lurking everywhere

the story of the Colossus
is epic in dimension and size
to narrate it would require
an endless sunrise

enamored with his poetic skills
we all most certainly are
his radiant abilities shine
brighter than the evening star

the page comes to life
as we so attentively read
his phrases and figures of speech
are of the finest creed

the awesomeness
of his poetry doth so inspire  
with a wordage pool
that sets our hearts on fire

his quill's ink ne'er partakes of rest
for there is much he hath need to say
at his desk he labors on a stanza
to so sublimely and excellently array

marvelous, exemplary, outstanding
all of these superlatives and more
tells us of the rare prowess and style
the Colossus hath in spades galore

the contractors moved in
with a wrecking
ball
and of great destruction
they caused at our
mall
nothing was left standing
over it all did
fall
we were aghast on seeing
the results of the
squall

their services weren't
needed around our
lot
they smashed everything
like a wind's blasting
knot
the scene was reminiscent
of a terribly mangled
spot
they'd done so much
damage on our
plot

we've witnessed the harm
they've wrought
about
vandalizing our buildings
as would a felonious
lout
we'll not forget the badness
of the devastation's
clout
hard hitting was their mission
in demolishing our
grout

after he had a whiskey
at the Stony Creek saloon
the cowboy rode out
to face his high noon

with a Winchester rifle
stowed in his saddle pack
he rode along
the timbered mountain track

by a bluff clearing
he sighted a camp fire
which signaled to him
that it was Jake Maguire

he called out his name
saying your days in sun are over
I'm going gun you down
before the day is over

with his Winchester primed
and ready to blast
the cowboy shot Maguire
lightning fast

there was no high noon
contest on that summer day
as into the sun set
the cowboy rode away

there stood the queen
in her dressing gown
upon her face she wore
a very long frown

for she had lost
her diamond and ruby crown
she hoped it would be found
before sundown

she called Scotland Yard
to search every locale
as without her crown
she'd be an unadorned gal

inspector Jones arrived
in his ex-army jeep
telling the queen
that he'd catch the thieving creep

he thoroughly combed
every inch of England
he even looked under
the white Dover sands

a lady in central Manchester
gave him an address
saying that a felon in Soho
had the crown of queen Bess

high and low in the streets
of Soho he did look
to find this most
cunning and stealthiest of crooks

by a measure of luck
he found him sitting on a park bench
he was talking to
a criminal associate named Roger Dench

the inspector seized the felon
and cuffed his hands
saying pilfering won't be tolerated
in any part of England

at Scotland he grilled
him for information
about the queen's crown
which he pinch without hesitation

some three days later
he fronted an Old Bailey judge
who sentenced him
to sixteen years of jail drudge

overjoyed was the queen
to have her crown back
she could now wear it
to The Ascot Race Track

the inspector was knighted
by good queen Bess
as he was a fine man
at the detection profess

there stood the queen in her dressing gown
upon her face she wore a very long frown
someone had stolen her diamond and ruby crown
she hoped it would be found before sun down

she called Scotland Yard to search the entire realm's locale
as without a crown she'd be an unadorned gal
chief inspector Jones arrived at Buck House in his ex-army jeep
telling the queen that he'd catch the theiving creep

he thoroughly combed every inch of England
he even looked under the white Dover sand
a lady in central Manchester gave him an address
stating that a felon in Soho had the crown of queen Bess

high and low in the streets of Soho he did look
to find this most stealthiest pilfering crook
by a measure of luck he found him sitting on a park bench
talking to a criminal associate named Roger Dench

the inspector siezed the felon and cuffed his hands
saying that looting wouldn't be tolerated on British lands
at Scotland Yard the crook was grilled for information
about the queen's crown which was pinched without hestitaion

some three days later he fronted an Old Bailey judge
who sentenced him to sixteen years of gaol drudge
overjoyed was the queen to have her crown back
whereupon she wore it around the Ascot Race track

chief inspector Jones was knighted by good queen Bess
cause he'd been a fine detective of profess

they came they saw they conquered
swathes of territory
thence hoisted their much decorated
banners of victory

in time they who conquer shall
be superseded
whereby all their territories
are duly ceded

the deity was a ******* up minor god*
his band of fans saw not the faker ***
of a deceptive trait he did so show
some were blind to looking at the real bloke
others more insightful thought he a joke
true believers weren't indoctrinated
they knew shams could be invalidated
never did he possess the divine glow
why praise the charlatan's counterfeit guff
of it there would be a perennial bluff
his godhead image did dupe the unwise
for these disciples were so unsighted
of him they'd be lastingly blighted
*a pretender until his very demise