Sometimes I surprise myself,
he eyes himself
and thinks
I scrub up well,
but I wake up the same
calling your name.

From the battlements, a trumpet sounds
rolling across the manicured lawns and
well-tended grounds
there are no rough edges in my dreams.

jetliners line the runways
someways a way out there
and I'm stood here twiddling my thumbs
watching as she ties up her hair.

'Old Macdonald had a farm'
e i, A i, Oh!

that's it then
do away with working men
and put robots in their place,

It's all artificial
so
why worry about it?
let the robots get covered
in cow ****,
it worked wonders for the roses.

Minute by minute
however you spin it
the minutes are
mountainous

Standing by furious
but all the same curious
as
to where they are heading.

Turn us back into giants and not reliant upon the palms that we read,

lead us not into an era of poverty but rather into a sea of tranquility,

let us be as we see that others might be.

What the...
oh
that,
okay that's fine
I've had my say,
or some of it.

What goes on when the lights go out?
pale pilgrims praying for hymns and alas for them there are only hers.

A pair or two of doves flew by each one wondering why
it had to be so complicated
overrated
but
they expected as much
sometimes God has a
heavy touch.