If you come to my occasion
Maybe birthday or dedication
You'll be to me like a red rag to a bull
Asking for rice knowing the price of a bagful
Our common and daily food
Is becoming an august food
Either our leaders aren't aware
Or they just don't care
This continuous bulging in the price of rice
Coming from a government thought will be super-nice
Is nothing but a rape of hope
Pushing the masses to where they'll never be able to cope
With the lamentation of those who market rice in bagful(s)
And the masses that don't have their pocketful
We don't need a teacher to tell us that the situation has become rotten
Yet they want to make the rotten situation golden
Those who failed to achieve their pocketful of promises
See this rottenness as golden to make many more promises
Our situation is either feast or famine
Which we all need to examine
The rapes and the ravages are too many
that make us pickle
While the precautions are too little that make us tingle
In their timetable they've made it turn by turn
It's left for us to learn or continue to yearn
The colour of my party's flag
that flutters in the wind.
The colour of my cheeks,listening to Owen on the radio.
And to see Owen on the tele, like a red rag to a bull.
What we need is Corbyn, oh what a red letter day !
We would lay out the red carpet
make it a red letter day.
your always better off, red than dead, with a jeremy in your day ! .
Red
Red rag to a bull. It’s funny how
That makes me smile inside: I think of
Your hair and how it entrances me.
Red hair; and me, stamping and snorting inside
As those shiny waves sway and swirl, heavy,
Chestnut hued and red, red.
But you are no daughter, prattling child nor
Reluctant pupil, to hang on every word and quip
And feed my misconceiving ego.
Oh no! A red rag all right, challenging the
Misconceptions and preconceptions, by which I
Habitually order my inner world.
Yet in the soft light of evening, arabesques frame
your face, elfin and mischevious; a beauty,
A feminine Puck indeed.
A woman in the outward form of elf or fiend:
(That’s my red rag to you!) but a woman all
in all and so delightful to me.
pumped up with helium
blowing insane mad
quack quack
red rag to a bull
pork chops
had a meeting today
flipping over backwards
sending out invitions
who was not invited
frothing bubbles
insane
out of his nose
stench of duck
killer looms
raging shutters fall
protecting the duck's
tiny ears
sitting wearing
peter pan tights
retrieved in
paradise island
from a sunken
white ship
he sat eating duck
what a monster
blowing his trumpet
crowing about it
the wizard pinpointed
casting a spell
in a whoosh
turned pork chops
into a snail
now crazy duck
has turned
into super duck
got you in his claw
laughing holding you
opening his beak
laughing like mad
slimey little critter
tosses in the air
dabbing then
swallowing him
over whole
a hero amongst ducks
over the moon
just ate killer
flapping with joy
waddling to
the nearest pool
now who,s got
the tights
quack
is back
a little slim
but shady
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