I will sleep on a pillar

I have bought 200  Brillo pads and 499 tea bags.I ate one thinking it was a bun.So that’s why I am losing weight.
I bought all these online because I had an accident and could not go out.Anyway,I burned my best pan made of copper last night so am hoping the Brillo will clean it.That is 10 pans I have wrecked since becoming a widow.And broken many pieces of china that were wedding presents [not on purpose]
I suppose I must be going to break something so better a bowl or a cup than my bones.
My husband used to burn pans and I used to explain that I always put water into a pan as soon as I remove the food.So it seems I am continuing his misdemeanors by not doing this myself
I had shingles recently and I feel tired so I sit next to my packet of mini aspirins all day feeling too idle to get an aspirin out.Still it proves I don’t really need them.
If the doorbell rings, I don’t feel like bothering to get up to see who it is.I’ll have to buy a pillar to live on.Like those hermits in long gone days.
Could I get to sleep on a pillar.How big were they?

 

The silence seems to hiss

I lose myself in  desolate despair
The silence seems to hiss as I sit here
I find no consolation  anywhere.

I hear priests and rabbis talk of care
But what do men know of a woman’s fear?
I lose myself in  desolate despair

Yet with my holy spirit I will dare
To travel in  grey deserts where men jeer
I have found no consolation ,not so far

In  human lives these  passages occur
Where owls hoot and  black trees bend down to leer
When we lose ourself in  desolate despair

I have dwelled here  and I’m well prepared
Yet panic strikes me and I cannot steer
I’ve found  suffering ‘s better not deferred

Even God is deaf and I’m in tears
Yet  struggling in lost worlds, I know  love’s near
I find myself in  desolate despair
I want no consolation  nor false cheer.

What is a lyric?

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Lyric

Originally a composition meant for musical accompaniment. The term refers to a short poem in which the poet, the poet’s persona, or another speaker expresses personal feelings. See Robert Herrick’s “To Anthea, who May Command Him Anything,” John Clare’s “I Hid My Love,” Louise Bogan’s “Song for the Last Act,” or Louise Glück’s “Vita Nova.” 

 

 

Now it’s God who needs saving

He’s gonna ban the Dow Jones average
Be it median,mode or mean
And please never mention Beveridge
Good works make  oranges scream.

I guess hair dye  is selling well
It will boost the USA
Of course we surely cannot tell
He could have bought his hair on E bay

Sadness fills me,overcomes
For women will date evil men
But  if I was a starving Mum
I’d do the same as them

Original sin forgotten now
We are all very good at heart
As Adam pulls his heavy plough
Eve’s labour  pains will start.

The sin is in society
We learn in with our tongue
And maintaining true sobriety
We  equate the left with the wrong

Free health care is socialist
And we know who invented that
Jesus with his corrosive says
Got his bloody care on the Cross.

Oh, damned  world, we’re unredeemed
God was an optimist
Omniscience fooled  by  human schemes
Now with the dust God is tossed

Ground into fine particles
Beaten with stones,bricks and rods
Evil is surely anarchical
Buy  your own compost  of God.

Now it’s God who needs saving
And what man is up to the job?
Leaders are feeble or raving
As platitudes  tortured they lob.

Women lie down with the monsters
Blinded by  poverty cruel
If you are a Charity Sponsor
At least give Satan a duel

 

Note: mean,mode and median are different ways of  calculating an average or middle point in numerical data.I don’t know which one is used in the Dow Jones as there is also a geometric mean

 

 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dow_Jones_Industrial_Average

 

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