Broken teeth and feet of clay Sunday now so let us pray Lord we’re lost and ruled by knaves Yet they tell us we are saved Pray for peace and pray for aid Pray for drowning emigres How can the rich toy with young girls Deny they’ve sinned,deny they erred Why are people still so poor Making clothes for us to wear Better by a million times Was saving up and playing games I bought my satchel, bought my pen Then my life of rhymes began
Come back neighbours, come back care
We are here and we will dare
Love as if today’s your last
Life goes by, let’s be our best
I meant to write earlier but as I was sitting here musing,i heard a strange noise.I could not figure out what it was at all Until I discovered I had been sitting on a battery operated tin opener
During the night,I thought I heard a sound like siren but quieter
I walked about but could not locate it.I went back to bed but still heard
After a while I thought it must be 8.00 am but it was only 6 am
So I decided lying down was better for my knees……..
So you understand why I am a bit behind schedule…. as I also found my account book and lost it again when it was next to me on a little table.
I deccided I hate Noam Chomsky.I have no reason for that except he seems to be productive despite being rather aged.Why should I have a reason?Well, we can’t go round hating people for no reason.Maybe they remind us of some relative who was often cruel, maybe it’s something from before we learned language… an atmosphere?
So if we hate someone, it’s more about us than them
That is all I can say don’t drop a battery operated tooth brush into the bath or someone will think a bomb is going off