Sailing in our vessel, on the ocean broad and wide
The leaders cannot tell us if it’s been electrified!
Some say it’s a rowing boat and others say it steams
Like a boiling kettle, dancing on sunbeams

We’ve always been agressive and  conquered half the  globe
We see the Monarchs walking in their red and golden robes
But now we have no  empire and the rich will pay no tax
Some say this is a fishing boat and other say a smack

But we need  to have companions and share our expertise
We cannot be the top dog  but some will still believe
We set off on this long journey and thought that we were fine
Till Mr Putin caught us with his secret fishing line

We won’t forgive the Germans for the Wars and all the dread
Yet  expect the Jews to  recover from the genocide, the dead
We are perfect anyway and  will not share the boat
Yet what we thought was The North Sea is just an MP’s  moat!

Is Putin fishing secretly and collecting  our refuse
Playing  little spying games and trumping up  abuse
We have not got Australia and Canada and  Goa
We kept our image far too large, hoping for much more

Ireland  reunited,Scotland splitting off
England Wales , the Falklands…  that is not enough
We’ll kill each other,  have no luck, no insulin no bread
We’ll even get too bloody weak to have our fun in bed

A civil war is dangerous, we kill our very own
And you will end up just like me, writing strange  old poems
When did we lose our eyesight, our common sense  and thought
We must have done  it here somehow  and all the world   now gloats

We are our own  worst enemy, we’re paranoid and dim
If she says it not her fault  then we all look at him

 

Instead of going to Confession in future I am going to write my sins on a piece of paper,put in in a bottle addressed to God,and throw it into the sea from Southend Pier as that is very long.But will I get my penance in a bottle or take to the bottle

Instead of having Extreme Unction and then dying I plan to die first and then I won’t have to speak to the priest as he does his duty.

Instead of going to Mass I am going to worship a cat that lives by the river.After all,God made it.He made me too.This is not logic

If all the Vatican was sold, would God be happy?

You know,it’s not so much that God wants us to worship him, it’s more we want to do it,even need to worship something other than possessions and worldly things.Think about it.

When we had Benediction I dared to look up to see what Fr McGrath was holding up.
It was   called a Monstrance.Quite expensive unless it was just painted gold… who would know? I rather liked bowing  down to a sort  of golden wafer,if you see what I mean.Better than to a politician.What  God thought we  don’t know.Even if he has thoughts because language post dates God by a long way.

What  do Christians do when  God is dead?
Are there  rites to  decorate the end?
Or  should we worship  Hitles’s head instead?

Are there Rights to ease the foaming Flood
Shall a storm of mud on us descend?
What  do we do when our God is dead?

The axioms of our Reason   cruelly fled
Shall we tear our  hair, our numb  hearts rend
Worship   Mussolini …… but he’s dead

Who should  replicate the heart, the head?
Who can help us, who  will soon abscond?
What  do we do when the Lord is dead?

Does it matter what  crazed stuff we’ve read
How we waste our time,  our money lend
Shall  we worship   comeliness in bed?

Sometimes lines of latitude  will bend
Sometimes humans  coldly condescend
What  do we do when our God is dead?
Worship Fascist eloquence instead?