Burglar

 

The morning sun creeps

Through your window

Like a friendly burglar

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Stolen

In the mirror
A familiar face
It was stolen
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Mr Soft

I recently discovered that the hill outside my house had a sufficient incline to propel me to quite some speed, enough momentum in fact to crush small children. This is the only pleasure left to me in my old age, confined as I am to the wheelchair. There’s always some nice police officer who will help a distraught old man home, but not before I have collected my victims tears in a phial which I can drink later at my leisure, mmm - delicious.

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Seven Wonders

The Seven Wonders
Walked in the park
No-one saw them
It was dark
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Over my radio

Velvet doves
Coo in silence
Over my radio
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The Wolf Moon

The Wolf Moon,
Casts silver daggers,
That pierce the night.
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The Folly Of Wisdom

 

The glamour of corruption,

The conceit of men,

The folly of wisdom.

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The Dark

Afraid of the winter dark

The ghost in the window

Was your own reflection

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