skeptic

Really For The Skeptics
1-17-18

Where the future is at hand
For lives of Hungry
Asking for the fine dusting to my head
Altogether in the rest of sonnets
See the wings of chains are on display
As to reattach my tires in need of a fuel injection
All I need to do is make it through to you
Even in soul-under-the-oven times
Seeing it darker than ebony in a limbo
For the wanderers and beginnings to wake up to commenting
On my own passage and many rooms to see
Where I am just one man in a world so cold
Carefully reasoning the attack
And fantasy for the disillusioned
No sense in worrying about tomorrow....





Economist
1-17-18

There is you
But O, what would you have me to do
Not enough to stand and stare
Watching for the light of day
Say you need me
And we'll find a way
Get the earth while she's still here
Hoping for good ink in the package on Saturday
And the audacity to make it out
Come the sorcerer's apprentice and Lloyd George
And Winston Brine my homework
Reading our bible as I is we
As to take our tents for the sake of the jake that reports
O, cool head amidst it
A little bit of faith goes a long way sometime today....





Rallying Cry
1-17-18

As to prosper exceedingly
In all things according to the law
No sense in worrying about tomorrow
As engraving upon plates of brass
As to depart and flee
Thou art as me
In the smiles I would fake
And make for the Atmospheric Environment Service
And shoreditch in London for Peckham
When do I take it all down and move on with life
Where will you be when I'm not here
As to see our way on through the fear
Be the one for the shipping news winning its Pulitzer prize
Greet Priolx of fine tuned antenna
And two souls intertwined for nonconformists
Now that it's daylight
Asquith in particular
In the bye election.....