The lack of light persuades me to grieve more
Confined and tortured by the pains of a disease
Already I have lost the one admired.
His sudden absence made my heart feel torn.
He did not wish to hurt me or displease
The lack of light demands that I grieve more
I feel like an old bull fighter who’s gored.
And nothing seems to help or even ease
Already I have lost the one adored.
My heart,my mind,my innards all feel sore
As if I have with strange evil one conceived
The lack of light makes me,my heart grieve more
Upon his person all my love was poured
Yet now I feel so grievously misused
I know I ‘ve lost the one whose love restored
My mind and feelings utterly confused
My heart seems dead and all connections’ fused
The lack of light allows me to grieve sore.
I can’t believe I’ve lost him evermore.
He stole my heart and then he stole my love
I had to boil his linen in a pan
He was a demon, not one from above
He was a person usually called a man
A man expects his food and a clean bed
He consummates his love when he’s inclined
And whatevera wife has done or even said
His temper needs by wine to be refined.
They are another species quite remote;
Although they have a face in human form.
Their maleness pulls them without further thought
Until the sexual act has been performed
I think instead I’ll buy a dozen cats.
Or maybe I’ll play cricket with a bat.
CONSIDER how far Donald Trump is estranged from fact. He inhabits a fantastical realm where Barack Obama’s birth certificate was faked, the president founded Islamic State (IS), the Clintons are killers and the father of a rival was with Lee Harvey Oswald before he shot John F. Kennedy.
Mr Trump is the leading exponent of “post-truth” politics—a reliance on assertions that “feel true” but have no basis in fact. His brazenness is not punished, but taken as evidence of his willingness to stand up to elite power. And he is not alone. Members of Poland’s government assert that a previous president, who died in a plane crash, was assassinated by Russia. Turkish politicians claim the perpetrators of the recent bungled coup were acting on orders issued by the CIA. The successful campaign for Britain to leave the European Union warned of the hordes of immigrants that would result from Turkey’s imminent accession to the union.
Too many flukes recalled his learning probablitity theory.
Many hands make nights worth it.
You are never too bold for the above.
When spurious frogs have spawned our beauteous lands
When songs of platitudes all blend and keen
When earth’s tectonic plates glide by in bands
Then my feat I shall to your ex scream
Like a shard in a tyre
Like a word of desire
I have tried all the ways to write free.
Like a curl in a spire
Like a drunk dog inspired
I had died long before I was me
Like a wish to conspire
Like an ash in the fire
I have cried all the way to meet me.
Like a word in a suit
Like a bash in the boot
I drove all the way here just to flee