Dear husband, this commodity is free,
Your mind is always on a distracting spree,
All I want from you is some attention,
And you can ignore my stifling emotion.

How impossible to remain with the one,
But penguins do it, and eagles, too,
Men say it cannot be done,
And women pray for just us two.

Two thousand year old controversy,
Of a manger, and of northern lights,
Of pagans or saintly rights,
Lord, have mercy.

Whence had it come,
That filthy breath of ***,
Cast away this rottenness,
Eating away our wholesomeness.

From hell came an amazing light,
A spectacle, a bedazzling sight,
It went out in to the people,
To cause many a deceiving ripple.

We sleep daily at the pumps,
And get crushed by failed brakes,
This country staggers to the dumps,
And everything is up for cheap takes.

Familiar cocoa trees, carpet grass and banana,
Mango, orange, and good old papaya
Shady cool to roam and play,
And assurances of warm love everyday.

The dead man left trouble alive,
The quick are stuck in a power race,
The blind woman with sword and scale,
Scolds all her children and sends them to school.

The charlatan went into fervent mumbo jumbo,
Throwing the crowd into a crazed uproar,
But the stiff remained in cold limbo,
Unperturbed, and oblivious, of their stupid frenzy.

This maker of craft,
Draws an angry blank,
Shakes off this annoying shaft,
And misses out on smiling to the bank.

Behind you when the chips are down,
Pretenders to be your friend,
Reveal who they really are,
And stop acting like they truly care.

Searched through the ages,
For the other pea in the pod,
And whenwhen she was found,
The whole world came around.

He refused to shine,
Then we looked to the east,
But found broken rays,
Alas, these are sorrowful days.

I will **** love tonight,
Because it killed me first,
I have lost the fight,
Because it took away my thirst.

The will to carry on,
When the back is broken;
Mere words will not do,
And certainly not a cockadoodledoo.

They steal us blind,
Embezzle livelihoods of generations unborn,
No different from European barbarians,
Who today pass off as modern grammarians.

Love is not a two way street,
For when you get in,
And pair with whom you see fit,
Then you give and give, even through the thick and thin.

When I came to,
Awakening to lost love,
I felt my heart wrong,
And knew I will never be strong.

Love is not a chain,
To tie me down,
So set me free,
To love you as I please.

Nowhere to go now,
I am stuck with you,
To ride on the crests and troughs,
Together smiling through the smooths and roughs.

Shameless outpouring,
Of crocodile mourning,
Two faced human beings,
Putting out shameless things.

Beady eyed devils,
The very spawns of hades,
They come in bloodthirsty shades,
Like troubling, annoying canker-weevils.

Give me a gun,
And I shall draw a hole in your mouth,
This ain't no pun,
Or a jolly trip to the south.

Tip toe, tip toe,
And there she goes,
Light feet on heavy *****,
Hugging the night in red nylon tights.

The reference from whence,
All citations came,
The unseen artist in the sky,
Whose stroke is an eternal masterpiece.

I make me what I want,
Insecure, shrivelled and broken,
Or happy and giddy,
A fun, go lucky daddy.

They tell you to marry,
And nigh, not to tarry,
Then they leave you high,
Tattered pockets, indebted and dry.

What goes through your mind,
When you blow up humankind?
What goes through your mind,
When you take all the peace that we can find?

But in the face of tyranny,
With steely claws,
And eyes like fire,
Thunder spewing alpha daggers.

Red dust everywhere,
In the wake of every gear,
Now the rains are gone,
Time to have some hot, dry fun.

Far from my embrace,
Left in this coldly place,
If again, I could touch your face,
And fill this lonely space.

And cast they, him, Shadrach,
And alongside, Meshach,
Bound with them, too, Abednego;

But cold raged the fire,
Even seven times hotter,
For within stood the glorious One;

Spake He to the inferno,
As though it were snow,
"Touch not these, my annointed sons."

We have no right,
To question God,
Because He has nothing to answer,
For the evil that we have committed.

The fifty-five-year-old toddler,
And her daddy of seventy-two,
Played, "I am a soldier,"
So, what can you do?

When mother screamed at me,
Father broke into a wide grin,
By heavens, I am not sixteen!
My bald head should indeed make me free!

Like peas in a pod,
We have been matched by Almighty God,
To be in sweet love together,
And to hold fast, unto each other, forever.

After a cup of strong coffee and orijin,
My mind opened to everything,
I could feel love and brilliance,
All at the same instance.

I be a genius in a bottle,
Lost at sea, bobbing in the scorchlight,
For a hundred years I await the right,
To put my mind on the throttle.

Bend nigh, ebony goddess,
Arrange thine voluptuousness,
Take mine instrument,
And warm it forever, in a moment.

Come, spread out beautifully,
Lay gorgeously on the soft satin,
But give me forever to savour,
Such wonder between these mounds.

Between clarity and the simple,
A place neither you nor I,
Will find, as a point, so high,
As that of a rising dimple.

At every annoying turn,
He goes on, and on, and on,
She knows everybody,
And even the ones criminally unworthy.

Perhaps our relationship,
Was a dusty smokescreen,
And the years of pretend friendship,
Were an unnecessary din.

Expect evil from everyone,
Accept all good that come thine way,
Truthfulness and sincerity; love and  justice, all are well worn,
For life is not all amorous fun, nor humorous play.

And when the demons,
From your unlikeable past;

Drink sodas and lemons,
With your present cast;

Know ye that time calls upon thee,
To make peace your cup of tea.

And when the demons,
From your unlikeable past;

Drink sodas and lemons,
With your present cast;

Know ye that time calls upon thee,
To make peace your cup of tea.

What if the world is ended,
And we are condemned,
To suffer trials and tribulations,
And the warring of many nations?

Eternal loop of stupidity,
The constant motions without movements,
Pursuing a bleak reality,
And continuing on meaningless comments.

Atop the porcelain,
Minding my business,
The world outside,
Moving on without interest.

A sliver of grey,
Peeking through the ashen sky,
Then all turned crimson,
And the world hushed in unison.