we set the fire
and shall harvest the ashes
out in the yard
they are flogging dead horses
swearing death oaths
and burying hope
they bury it deep
and stamp the dirt down
there’s scant hope of resurrection
into a world of carbon
further down the road
where the sun don’t shine no more
the names of our children
are scratched on stones
and the ghost machines are grinding out
obituaries no one shall ever read
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I got the hee haw
from your mumbo jumbo
you’re using words
you don’t understand
you like to pose as a holy roller
but I saw you sneaking home
with your knickers in your bag
hypocrisy is the mother of corruption
and prejudice is her favoured child
but you can afford it
after all it cost you nothing
but your self respect
and mine
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May I just say, strictly in confidence you understand - just between you and I, and I would not dream of saying this to another living soul, but with circumstances being what they are I really feel I must say something. Heaven knows I don’t like to pry; I wouldn’t want anyone to think I was sticking my nose in where it doesn’t belong. I’m not one for tittle tattle, I’m no gossip, but I’m bound to say and with a certain amount of justification, I think that you’ll agree, that something must be said. With the situation being what it is, and it’s for that reason only, I think I can confide in you – I can confide in you? Good, well as you know it’s being going on for some time now and I feel it’s time someone said something, don’t you? Far be it from me to judge, it’s hardly a question of blame, it’s just that things have reached a point where someone must say something. I think that it might be good to get things out in the open. I’m sure you agree that it just can’t go on like this indefinitely and sooner or later someone will have to speak out and while I’m reluctant to be that person, it’s hardly a task I relish, I think that time has come. I’m sure you can see that beating about the bush can only prolong the matter and there is no point in postponing the inevitable. You do agree, don’t you? I’m glad we understand each other. I can see we have reached an understanding – no need to say anymore. Mum’s the word, you can trust me. I won’t say a dicky bird; this will not leave this room. Thank you for hearing me out. I’m so glad to have gotten that off my chest.
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