Life rips the fabric holding time at bay
and lets loose the frenzy.

I say
seize the moment
and catch each day
as if it were a butterfly and
ask yourself the reason why
life acts this way.

If we are to live to be we die
if we die to live we still die anyway.

Once upon a threshold in a town
so far away
where the magi travelled to throughout
each night and then one day arrived to
find
the stories were all true
apart from colour television and
Elvis as a stablehand, a
blue
sapphire,
a *** of gold, some
aftershave or so I'm told,
gifts or bribes?

Well,
history admires the brave and merit is the King,
so Jesus never had a chance
which has a familiar kind of ring.

I wrung the necks of several ***** in the aftershock when the dark sky brooded, deep was the mood until some jokes quite crude were circulated,
the congregation as expected congregated down the ******,
and was the crucified the loser?
that was the question on people's lips,
several tips on how he could if he had desired escaped the dire consequence
and some said, three pound eighty pence
for a pint was far too much.

I pay, we all pay
some pray, but
time finds a way to
break into every day
and crucify
everyone.