Poetry

Saturday, 15 February 2025

Cheese grater

 Cheese grater

They've gotta make yer

Creator of the alligator

Simple Susan

Held the dustpan

On the horizon of

The rising sun and

I loved you

Like a curfew

Like a soldier overdue

His leave

On a summer holiday

But cheese grater

I wish you'd stayed


Lift me up

In the hill of science

raise the temperature

On my conscience

It's too cold for caring

What I do to another

Because right or wrong

He is not my brother

Just another man

With a thorn in his side

Just a place for the living

Who have already died


But I'm tired of waiting

For the bus to come in

That will take me forever away

From sin

It is an illusion

Of a broken heart to think

This is a delusion

Of a kind of art

Take your money back

And your soul

Because what You lack

Is self control

Puppet maker

And King carole

I'm a world shaker

You're breaking parole

Cheese grater

Cheese grater


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