Listening to Jeff Lynne inspired me to write this for we all know women of this kind..one especially who crawls over our pages here ...a slimy winey worm indeed...
To solve again
A resolve you may make
When in cups you be
Look at that word again
To solve
I do love words and how they form
If you have the wit to see
Flit they do most everywhere
Gathering to them moss
sometimes mold....
ww.youtube.com/watch?v=jU314nyMKWE Evil Woman by ELO
When in cups you be
Look at that word again
To solve
I do love words and how they form
If you have the wit to see
Flit they do most everywhere
Gathering to them moss
sometimes mold....
ww.youtube.com/watch?v=jU314nyMKWE Evil Woman by ELO
Who cares as long as sentences
Come through
A paragraph or two!!!
Then on to something new
Come through
A paragraph or two!!!
Then on to something new
Fertilizer
Most are stuck in their resolve
Not going anywhere
Buckets filled with excrement
Like assyanna's words
We toss them all away
Makes fertilizer for the soil
Flowers may grow
Even weeds
Summer days are here
Winter nights draw near
Age of Darkness goes
New Golden Age appears
Not going anywhere
Buckets filled with excrement
Like assyanna's words
We toss them all away
Makes fertilizer for the soil
Flowers may grow
Even weeds
Summer days are here
Winter nights draw near
Age of Darkness goes
New Golden Age appears
Gathering storm
Across the earth
Winds do blow
Gathering storm
Sweeping away
All that is rotten
Men women end their day
Screaming fatuously
Into their mobiles
Nothing will save them now
Winds do blow
Gathering storm
Sweeping away
All that is rotten
Men women end their day
Screaming fatuously
Into their mobiles
Nothing will save them now
Chance after chance was given
Ignored the message
All of them
Kept on doing so very well
Things that led them into the hell
Of their own making
All of them
Kept on doing so very well
Things that led them into the hell
Of their own making
Your name is called...
Maybe some will see
Recognize
The message
Here contained for them
Most will ignore
Above it all
They think they are
When hammer falls
Perhaps guillotine
Chops off your head
Metaphorically
Perhaps the hand
That writes such shite
On our pages everywhere
so it will be....
Recognize
The message
Here contained for them
Most will ignore
Above it all
They think they are
When hammer falls
Perhaps guillotine
Chops off your head
Metaphorically
Perhaps the hand
That writes such shite
On our pages everywhere
so it will be....
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