Poetry

Thursday, 17 April 2025

Strawmen and donkeys

 It's all an amalgam of a certain dismay

The braids of an album of your courtly way

The chains and the chagrin that turns us to grey

Don't fade, oh don't fade, no don't fade away


The love that we've known has been in buckets and spades

And love is a greasy pole we must all climb in our way

But choosing between you and the bright highway

Of I know, oh I know that I cannot stay, no I cannot stay


The stars in the night sky they've all gone away

The dust in the grain barns, the fields of clay

All of it's hardened to a mask made of hay

And now I'm the straw man, now I'm the straw man

Who must break in my way


Shoot through me sorrow, shoot through me wine

But I must now swallow the bitter pill that's mine

Yes I must bite the bullet and face up to the truth

That you'll never love me in a jacket that's bullet proof


Talk to me of hardships and stories untold

I've been given twelve lashes for stealing your gold

I borrowed it from the rainbow, because the rain was too cold

And the leprechaun didn't want it, he said it was sold

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