To each of us and everyone
we will in the end
choose
our own poison.

Passion's not a poison
but can certainly be a
killer.

Saturday night sat in
with a glass of
sparkling elderflower
and you thought I was
going to say
cyanide
ha
that's
a bit wide of the mark.

BC
is before coffee,

AD
is after dinner

now
jeessus will tell a different tale or rather his biographers will
and we have to decide on the truth of it.

I've forgotten all those begats
which in some eyes makes me
the woe-begotten
but
there are too many names to remember,
too many parables to decipher

and it's Saturday.

You'll come to your own understanding
if you're granted the time to put the time in,

'goodness and mercy will follow me'
but it's a ***** trying to get them
out of me.

it can be a rocky road
when you're carrying
the weight of the load
but
there is help if you seek it
if
you're prepared and ready
to take it,

I came to that understanding
when She put her hand
in mine.

The sky clears
but it's evening
even so
the sky is clear.

I'm here looking on
at the goings-on
which would go on
even if I didn't,

it's a sobering reality
when realising that time
will finish me,
hopefully not before tea,

She,
chimes in with what gives?
live it and love it or lose it

I choose to live it
and love it
so
I won't be winding the clock
anymore.

Then I think that I'm mistaken
believing that this is just the beginning
when the end is on the corner,
waiting for my numbers on the lottery

but if this was the lot for me
I'd take a moment,
to **** through the windows of
monotony

last chance to get out of there
before we head them off at the pass.

because we're running through the workings
when the works no longer exist
the foremen all retired
except for Septimus
he was fired for being ******,

we have no industry
we have coffee on every street,
a battalion of buckwheat
and
oat milk for christ's sake

there are no living people in the afterlife
and fit of fat
clever or a ****
you'll be dead when you get there
and
there'll be no flamin' oat milk.

The hall of fame was shut
but
why would I care?
your name is not there
it is engraved on my heart.

But it was dark behind me
when the light was in front of me
and the door had been closed on me,

through the window
I could see
that I had become
a silhouette.