Boris Johnson thrown out by his wife
Now he has a different tole in life
He has a girlfriend will he have more kids?
Lucian Freud was surely up for this
They say he might have had perhaps thirty two
With all that sperm what is a man to do?
He could take Precautions as they say
I prefer icecream but let’s go stray
Lucian Freud was not a man to rule
They say he once burned down his own Art School
He married once, he married twice but no
He would not be captured in Soho
Beautiful and strange he made his mark
Boris Johnson has a nuclear heart
Winter will come down upon us all
Europe we are sad, almost appalled
Sadness for the surgeon who cured me
The cancer grew like rampant lush ivy
He is Greek and no-one else was skilled
To leave me looking better than God willed
Will he go back to where his grandad came?
Say a little prayer for my dear face
I don’t want to suffer but all will
We’ll die sooner, sadly Boris kills
The NHS is going slowly to its grave
Watched by men who look without a face
Emotional claustrophobia is widespread
We fear our feelings,fear the sudden dread
We swing between attraction and dismay
Others have been seen to sink to prayer
Yet all alone at Xmas we are sad
Even our other choice was dread
People who can madden with crude noise
Feel some one else might love their voice
Silence is like music in its joy
No intrusion, no strong words to annoy
But if we flee intrusion at great speed
We may miss the very clues we need
Oh, to find a lover joyful in our space
When we long for touch, for wild embrace.
Between intrusion and abandonment
We hope to find a place of trust and care
A place where we can spend our loving wealth
Communion starts.our hearts enjoy love’s health
Here our bodies and our souls are bared
Between intrusion and abandonment
Walk as does the tiger with its stealth
Treat your loved one well as both prepare
A place where each can spend this loving wealth
And if you are alone, stay with yourself
Do not neglect that soul who’s always here
Without intrusion or abandonment
Quietly sings the soul for all is meant
We’re inspired by hope and not by fear
To clear a space , to learn the dove’s lament.
Take the tiller, love itself may steer
Our voyage through the unknown ocean’s near
Between intrusion and abandonment
We seek a space to share our loving wealth
My room is warm and comforting and light
This feels like kindness , brings my skin delight
I remember being held in loving arms
And soothed by songs as sweet as any balms
Let the lamplight run across the eyes
Let them soften to a wider gaze
Let the hair be free from sprays too strong
Let the skin enclose us softly, strong
We can’t deny the skin is often pricked
Or beaten by a parent who’s too strict
More fragile than a leaf from any tree
This frail membrane is our boundary
Floating into sleep in reverie
I lose myself while God imagines me
I went to vote, the queue ran down the street
Strange to see the British change their ways
None were holding phones nor were there bleeps
Eager faces, animation sweet
Well as it’s free we do not have to pay
I went to vote, the queue ran down the street
The staff were kind, the voters were no sheep
They did not need a shepherd for this Play
None were holding phones nor were there bleeps
The politicians crippled by conceit
Put fake websites on the net today
I went to vote, the queue ran up the street
I alas am old but I still sweat
The stupidity of gossip is made clear
No-one made a video of my seat
I did not queue, a cripple may shed tears
All I have is sight loss and burnt ears
I went to vote, the queue stood with no light
Smiling, patient people black and white
Why do we love those who love us least
To prove we can obtain whom we desire?
He makes cruel comments at the wedding feast
Do not call this man a nasty beast
An animal is better than a liar
Why do we love those who love us least?
He shouts in rage because his shirt is creased
Throws your letters into the coal fire
He makes crude comments at our Xmas feast
I do not mind if you are dressed in fleece
Wear nylon shirts and shoes with laces wired
Why do we love most the late deceased?
Never borrow men who have no price
Never join conspiracies or choirs
If they make “remarks” don’t on them feast
The old cathedrals have the tallest spires
With older men the risks are sadly higher
Why do we love those who love us least
Who cannot be polite at wedding feasts?
The wilder edges, hidden cliffs of life
Sorrow slides into the hearts unnamed
As we see our neighbours fall to strife
We make our minds up, this won’t happen twice
We act from some gut feeling reason’s lame
Walking the wild edges,tossing dice
The anger and the rage pierce all, disguised
No caring for opponents. sharing blame
As we and many neighbours fall to strife
The smartphone has no answers I surmise
I googled “Ending war” but nothing came
The Pennines have wild edges that surprise
The white rose and the red rose compromised
The Queen used like a weapon in the game
As we and once loved neighbours fall to strife
See our faces wet with bloody stains
We prefer to fight, than use our brains
Oh,wilder edges, flowers, would bring delight
If our neighbours end this goddamned fight
