Let's not lose our lunch
or get our undies in a bunch
when apprised of
all those male vicars
compelled to infiltrate
choirboys' knickers
they may think it jolly
but I believe
they're off their trolley
at best they're jesters
at worst molesters
within the hierarchy
no matter what ranking
deserving of more than
just a damn good spanking
indeed why not weed them out
and of all the unkindest cuts
below the belt
relieve them of their nuts
THE COMMONER
There are different varieties of me
In the azuline light, I swirl and twirl
And sometimes become dim.
Some favour Bellis Perrenis version of me
In the spring
Some sophists are partial to prunnela vulgaris
Not the folks; vacuous and dripping in Bulgaris
My favourite form of myself is sheep’s sorrel
My buds emerge from upright stems
Red tinted and warier spirited!
My tender leaves garnish the salads
I even curdle the fresh milk
My temperament is never mercurial
Folks call me stoic
Many ailments I cure
Though Zizania is an acquired taste for the elegant folks
But feeds the poor.
Yet I am a commoner: I am the weeds
And I grow wild and unruly.
By nature, I am weeded out
To give way to planets tame and sweet.
There is also human species of me
The un-showy ones or the wild ones.
Other human beings desire to weed them out
To create space for humans; faux-sweet or tame.
Being filtered through this narrow tunnel
Area is closing but they keep forcing
Screening and sifting all the free thoughts
out
Mindless zombies wondering the rest of
the way
Poking and prodding they weed them out
to a lower count
Tag and bag those who don't survive
Sterilize the rest so they may not bare
seed
Chip them and track them like beasts in
the wild
They were warned many times that this
time would come
Now its to late and they can't take it back
Lost the freedoms of those in the past
fought so hard for
Drones over head watch your every move
Now those with the money makes all the
rules
They tell you how to eat and what to wear
The sad part is most don't even care
sleeping in my nuclear garden
being warmed by the glow
dreaming of mushroom clouds
and the fall of silty black snow
waking in my nuclear garden
and i begin to hoe
no one will ever harm me
or i'll end them as i sow
walking in my nuclear garden
safe and sound i know
if there are any doubters
i weed them out and out they go
sharing in my nuclear garden
to the world its secrets i bestow
for if everyone had a nuclear garden
no one would dare let it blow
smiling in my nuclear garden
into my shelter deep below
push the little red button
before the cock thrice can crow
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