Dear Agony Aunt

I used to be a very nice,polite,even gentle,person who never swore unless I dropped a pan on my foot.But now I write four letter words in my poems because of seeing Trump insulting women and minorities on  TV.Am I possessed by  a devil? I also have fallen madly in love with Leonard Cohen and watch him all day instead of beating the carpets. and boiling hankies.Am I on the road to Hell as I know he will never marry me  or  indeed anybody as he is 82 and never married so far.

Yours,Kate

Dear Kate

It’s called life.There are no devils except our unowned emotions.Leonard Cohen.. join the club.You could try  sending him a poem,I guess.But he is a perfectionist

Restrict swearing to once a week.I do and see how wonderfuckled I  am.Sorry I meant  wonder-chuckled but hey, what is an eff to a deaf horse in a storm?

Auntie Elijah

@burningbush.net

 

I don’t believe,I won’t believe

 

It doesn’t matter what the doctors said.
I know you’d never leave me here alone.
I don’t believe , I  won’t believe you’re dead.

You’ve always like a nice lie down in bed
And never, ever answered your iphone
It doesn’t matter what the doctors said.

The doctors  scanned   your  heart ,your feet and head.
The priest said you are going across to Rome
I don’t believe ,I  won’t believe you’re dead.

I know your friends  are pleased I keep you fed
And snatch an hour  or more for  writing poems
It doesn’t matter what the doctors said.

My family  told me that I should be glad.
I have free time and all the world  to roam
I don’t believe,I  won’t believe you’re dead.

They say to  find another man instead.
And through the  lonely hearts club, their eyes roam
It doesn’t matter what the doctors said.
I don’t believe , I  won’t believe you’re dead