Volumes of thought race through double-tongued mouths.
Communique sport is a ravishing trip.
Up with conundrum a rhetorical script.
Old school politics forgotten long since,
but the river is rising up over its banks.
And soon all will know desolation’s foul stench!
Then bring us your poor, your weak and your masses.
We'll dash them to pieces with the words that we speak!

Volumes of thought race through double-tongued mouths.
Communique sport is a ravishing trip.
Up with conundrum a rhetorical script.
Old school politics forgotten long since,
but the river is rising up over its banks.
And soon all will know desolation’s foul stench!
Then bring us your poor, your weak and your masses.
We'll dash them to pieces with the words that we speak!

Volumes of thought race through double-tongued mouths.
Communique sport is a ravishing trip.
Up with conundrum a rhetorical script.
Old school politics forgotten long since,
but the river is rising up over its banks.
And soon all will know desolation’s foul stench!
Then bring us your poor, your weak and your masses.
We'll dash them to pieces with the words that we speak!

Menagerie!

My thoughts unspoken
lie bloody and broken
on the tapestry of my life.
As I lie there in bed
they spew from my head
as I sulk, on a dark, damp night.
It’s always the same
the faces and the names
pushing them down deep inside.
For if I allow it
a spark may ignite,
leaving me fit to be tied!
And so I concede
That it’s not them, but me
that’s suddenly gone awry!

Menagerie!

My thoughts unspoken
lie bloody and broken
on the tapestry of my life.
As I lie there in bed
they spew from my head
as I sulk, on a dark, damp night.
It’s always the same
the faces and the names
pushing them down deep inside.
For if I allow it
a spark may ignite,
leaving me fit to be tied!
And so I concede
That it’s not them, but me
that’s suddenly gone awry!

Menagerie!

My thoughts unspoken
lie bloody and broken
on the tapestry of my life.
As I lie there in bed
they spew from my head.
As I sulk, on a dark, damp night.
It’s always the same.
The faces and the names.
pushing them down deep inside.
For if I allow it
a spark may ignite,
leaving me fit to be tied.
And so, I concede.
that it’s not them, but me.
That’s suddenly gone awry!

Menagerie!

My thoughts unspoken
lie bloody and broken
on the tapestry of my life.
As I lie there in bed
they spew from my head
as I sulk, on a dark, damp night.
It’s always the same
The faces and the names
pushing them down deep inside.
For if I allow it
a spark may ignite,
leaving me fit to be tied.
And so I concede
that it’s not them, but me
that’s suddenly gone awry!

Menagerie!

My thoughts unspoken
lie bloody and broken.
On the tapestry of my life.
As I lie there in bed
they spew from my head
as I sulk, on a dark, damp night.
It’s always the same
the faces and the names
pushing them down deep inside.
For if I allow it
a spark may ignite,
leaving me fit to be tied.
And so I concede
that it’s not them, but me
that’s suddenly gone awry!

Menagerie!

My thoughts unspoken
lie bloody and broken.
On the tapestry of my life.
As I lie there in bed
they spew from my head
as I sulk, on a dark, damp night.
It’s always the same
the faces and the names
pushing them down deep inside.
For if I allow it
a spark may ignite,
leaving me fit to be tied.
And so I concede
that it’s not them, but me
that’s suddenly gone awry!

HAPPY NEW YEAR

As the year’s end clicks toward twelve
Everyone is hoping for something new
If only it could somehow be reversed
The whole year is already rehearsed
Pleasing many, disappointing the few
So into laws of physics one can delve

To run once more, so all can try again
To get it right this time, avoid mistakes
A perfect performance, if one is able
But no such kind offer is on the table
So just move along, for all our sakes
And knowing regret is a kind of pain