Humans with creative spirit blessed
Mothers with their  cherished babies smile
Yet submit to numbers like known masochists

Culture changes, takes alarming twists.
We lose our voices  no more to beguile.
We’re human, we’re creative spirit fleshed

The snake in Eden laughs; he sees the gist.
Before we know the culture, we’re entwined.
We submit to numbers like dim masochists

We do not know, and so cannot confess.
Here comes down the reckoning, we hide.
We humans with creative spirit cursed!

We counted sheep and goats but not  the lost
Now it’s missiles, warheads, thunderous rides
We submit to numbers, shady masochists

 

The government has numbered all the hosts.
Archangels slumber   round the Holy  Ghost
Humans with creative spirit cast
Into the holy waters; are we lost?

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My love is like a mirror, that’s covered in thick dust.
Oh, alright you can kiss me,  but will you dust me first?
You lost the yellow duster!
My mind is filled with wrath.
How can you reflect me now?
I’ll take a virgin’s oath.

My love is like a bedspread that’s never had a wash.
We like to be entwined in it and share a pipe of hash.
You never bought the grass?
What brought us to this pass?
We’ll have to wash this duvet first,
Then go out and get smashed.

My love is like jacket, which dropped off a large spud.
It’s still quite warm and tasty, but will it be much good?
You want to ask advice?
I’m  not sure that is not wise
Creep quick inside my pocket now
And soon we’ll go to bed.
My love is like a camera film, that’s never been exposed.
I want save the battery until I find a rose.
But it’s not summer yet!
My Lord,did I forget?
It was sitting in this warm armchair,
Reciting all my woes.

My love sent me a message, that he was nearly home.
So I ran a bath, jumped into it and covered myself in foam.
His key is in the door.
It’s only half-past four!
I took my mobile off the chair
And rang for tea and scones.

My love was very angry as I never made the bed.
He bought me wood and iron but it went out of my head.
Oh,where are we to kiss?
Oh,where’s our night of bliss?
He looked so  disappointed
I got my bag and fled.