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Mar 2020
The woman from the All seeing Eyes
did not drive a hundred miles
rather in throbbing obsessions
Freudian slip and all that jazz
she just parked up close and personal
for in the facade of gentility book thumping
lies a ***** with ***** thoughts and needs
a hot body craving defilement and abandon
fantasies of a ******* snake in juicy apex
bored of same ole same ole in starched drill

In moistured thrill she did once devised a plan
I've got a key and the Teacher is away
come meet me here and lets make fantasies
To get a full flowing fill and memories to twerk
off course its all for research I'll never do such
but l'agent never did took the bait as expected
no ***** mind or inappropriate ways in heart
twice calls were made for presence here
come to my swaying hips in exotic hues
twice No for alas he is notΒ Β that sort of man

The woman from the  All seeing Eyes
in wounded pride and bruised ego
in cult warfare drives close and personal
lurid thoughts save for solo performances
in dark with black oh for a right regal stuffing
for its well known the Praises hides a molten pit
behind closed doors hides a multitude of sins
the obsession rages and flutters and leaks
but of course to all its nothing of the sort
she's just playing chess and reading the good books

They wear masks on white painted faces
hypocrisy and superficiality is colorless and opaque
while actions screams out a million tales
do not talk of the fishers of men in two-faced smiles
for when it came to casting stones some wanted wood
when in truth they could state, enough, show mercy here
alas the world is black and white and falsehood must
in reasons lies the unreasonings as in bodies lies urges
look closely and see the fleet of hands that wants the Ace
lady from the All seeing Eyes can drive close and undercover
carrying unknown stimuli in service of darkness within

valleys will always feel better with a big oak at base
methinks all these maidens doth protest too much
go read your books and white wash the dutiful spouse
keep your Sundays holy and hide yours sins all week days
the Leader says love your neighbour as you love yourself
loading parked messages in errands of disturbance denounces
for pure, loving giving hearts will not find errors in innocence
selective prayers selective deeds, Satyr does not rule in half measure
an innocent man was crucified and in your hands lay blood
yet in pretentious zeal you sing Hallelujah to the Son
your deeds betray you, you have soiled the Living Truth
Yenson
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Yenson  M/London
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