The love impossible
The cafe was full, a young woman
was looking for a table, I told her to sit at mine,
she did, she was Irish and, yes, had green eyes
and I fell instantly in love.
We exchanged phone numbers I rang her the next day
her phone was disconnected, she never rang me.
I was devastated felt as fate had robbed me taken my true love away, and the five children we
would have had. ( had given them names)
if I remember right, she wore a sheepskin coat and an emerald ring, and I wonder if she still has the ring?
My secretary-lady just a bought,
Women's Brown Sheepskin Coat.
But what the point a skin to strip,
From one, to put it on to other sheep?
I was a Butchers boy.
I delivered peoples meat.
I went round on a bicycle
to save my aching feet.
Some people liked our Pork Chops,
and others they liked Lamb.
You even got the customer
who didn"t give a damn.
The bike it had a basket.
Attached above the wheel,
and when i went down hills,
i rested both my heels.
I worked from four till six.
Except at the weekend.
When i did a longer shift,
it drove me round the bend.
"You always smell of Mince."
My Mother always said.
You will need another shower
before you go to bed.
The girls they used to tease.
They put me in a Stew.
"We like your Sheepskin coat,
we like the look of Ewe."
But i had had enough.
I wished that i"d be fired!
For like my Butchers bike.
I found myself two-tyred!
This Butchers boy was sizzled.
Like a Steak that was well done.
My free time seemed so rare.
I fancied having fun.
Then the Baker called,
but i had to say "No fears."
Just like your Wedding Cake,
it would only end in tiers!
The Outsider
Ever ostracised from the truth
Lest they are known to well
By deceitfulness
The paranoia play of a black sheepskin coat
Is riddled with the placatory smiles
Of half spoken lairs
Nothing more supports the world
They come to deny
It is far beyond the responsibility
Of those who plead for honesty
Are loved
With hypocrisy
The wolf wanders back and forth
Paranoia play in a black sheepskin coat
Isolated eyes living on the edge
Uninvited
They trample amidst the cage bars
And toss zoo scraps
To an exhibit
A dieing breed of how not to be
Counted for a wolf instead of a sheep
An example
So they can breath in safety
Singular, prison, box, label; placed within
The confines ridicule so easily
For a debauchery of self satisfying
Inadequacy
Keeps them in their comfort zone
The wolf crosses back and forth
Paranoia play on the same old path
Uninvited eyes living on the edge
Isolated
And every confession to care
Will throw a bone
Something for the lame old dog to chew upon
Ever ostracised from the truth
Lest they are known to well
By the arts of their deceitfulness