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My “boots” were not made for  the  winter snow
Names and functions split like logs of wood
My “raincoat” is no good where waters flows

The “woollen”  hat of polyester  glows
Yet in the frost  it will not warm my  head
These” boots” were not made for  real winter snow

So why do we such torment undergo?
Why have form and sense and reason fled?
A “raincoat” is no good where waters flows

Irony is hidden , we don’t  know
When will  “bed” not be a genuine bed?
These “boots” are not  boots for   our real life snow

Do I want a “coat”  that  can but show
I am right on trend though I be dead!
A “raincoat” is “ok”  but it’s not so.

As dough rises to become  our bread
We must rise and take back  our own heads
The “boots” are not made for  the winter snow
I trust my superiority will show