She said, "I wish you could be more like my father!"
I think I saw blue birds circling her head
and rainbows in her eyes.
I cupped my chin in my hands and smiled sweetly.
Your pa is a Nazi and your mother a Trotskyist,
and as far as I can tell you're Satan's daughter
but I will try harder
to live up to your sadomasochist tendencies.
"Daddy!" She yelled, running into my arms.
The third millennium of what?
Man is lame
clearly lost the will to walk,
he’s blind
no longer able to reason.
His fingers cast hope
upon the keyboard,
his mind creates
trends upon the screen,
he inflicts pain, a global sadomasochist
he sees others in his historical
image!
He plants his seed
most upon stony ground,
he offers peace
a twisted excuse
to deliver his belief,
he’s losing God!
He thinks he’s superior,
he’s lost the ability of simplicity,
whilst delving in ideology
akin to profit.
© Harry J Horsman 2011
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