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