bird woman

 The woman who turned into a bird

Haven't you heard

She lay down in bed to rest her head

And awoke in a flutter of feathers

From her skin had grown quills

And like the ribs of Adam

Given her chills

In the fridge of Iron

Railings that made her bed

She sprang from the springs

And onto her wings

Turning wildly up in the air

Knocking off vases from places

Then she flew down the stairs

And out of the door 

To the new morning thaw

As the sun called her

Up to the sky

She was free as a bird

Unchained from the woman

to whom she said good bye

My lady has lain in the lane

 lay me down in the filed

I have lain her down to rest

The lady lies! I say she lies

She has lain herself down to rest

She has laid her head on the pillow

The lady laid the table

The lady lay but I lie, as I lie beneath the willow

Come lady of the lane lay down with me

Come lady lie on my bed

Come lady lay in the middle

And we will muddle through the rest

When I first laid my eyes on the lady

She was laying down on her breast

Her back was bare as billowing sail

And white as a lie detector test

Don't bear in mind my correspondence

The lady said when she laid pen to paper

There is a woman around clock

 What is it I'm good for?

Is it ever enough?

With a bullet in my skull, full of your love

Shoot me down at midnight

Kill me just at lunch

Duel with me at dawn

Pushing the buttons of love

There can be no answer

None that I know from stuff

That floats around the dancer

In a raging storm of love

There's a woman around midnight

And one comes to me at dawn

There's a woman in the dying light

And a woman when you're born

There's a woman every hour

A woman round the clock

And they keep you in their power

Until their ship does dock

Second hand of woman

Third hand of man

Hours of the child

Who counts the summertime

Making all your plans

Day after day

Filling up your Gods

Moulding like your clay

Can you bring me to you?

What should I say?

I am dying in your love

Dying on your lawn today

women on scooters

Women on scooters
Not using computers
Hair flying in fluters
With their pursuitors
They look at us cute as
Can be
Women on scooters
With their suitors
Running car booters
Behind their rebooters
Carrying their pewter
Potteries
Women on Scooters
following looters
Raiding the shops wearing track suits as if
They are feminine or are they neuters?
Gender Equality of
Women on scooters

Men on scooters are not for me
I'm not a fan of their rights to be free
They look like big kids who need to grow up
They wear dark shades and say what sup
When they get to work at their desk jobs
They lift up the phone and say:
Have a nice day and other financial stuff