pass me a new message boyo
the world is in a loop
i can’t speak for anybody
my tongue’s in the soup

sing a verse of “how’s your father”
god knows it’s a farce
take your time and do it rightly
or they will kick your arse

what’s the point of hanky panky
ask the eldest son
nothing comes to he that’s waiting
while the race is run

i will cut the cake in pieces
each one has a choice
genuflect to greater glory
but never raise your voice

words can be a curse they tell me
as the curtains rise
take my hand and take my fortune
damn your pretty eyes

share a long and silent moment
whilst i parse my words
anything a man may cling to’s
strictly for the birds

juliet and romeo are
waiting at the grave
i will turn my eyes to heaven
but still i will not shave

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  1. Hee, muttering in yoor beard again, Sun πŸ˜‰

    * waves from teh south *

  2. Great to read your writings again, sunovawot. Mist u. Love 4th verse most.
    *waves from west*

    • Thank you πŸ˜€

      The fifth is my favourite, but then I have always liked the expression “damn your eyes” πŸ˜€

      *waves from the east*

  3. damommza

     /  August 24, 2015

    Ah, as always, I get it. This would also be excellent if it stopped after the 4th stanza and the the next 3 became the 2nd part of the poem called “Coming Clean:Words Can Sting Like a Razor” also, the beard stays., πŸ˜€


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