I just can’t help everyone, as I once said. So I’m helping the rich, just like me. While I get much richer, and eat seeded bread, You’ll shiver, with nothing for tea.
Tag: poetry
New Clothes (again)
The jesters and trumpeters ride on his train there's money for them in the lies they maintain
Abba Father
How can there be You and war?
My people
We have done such things
Cats of distinction
I've seen my cattake a drinkfrom the toilet,from the sink,from the frogspawn in the pond,(of puddle water, he seems fond)from my own glass,from the drain,from his fur, he licks the rain,from the water washing veg,from a plant pot in the hedge,from the road, in a pot-hole But never everever evernever never from his bowl.
Ali 