I think I'll journey out some day to wondrous lands afar,
Or even chart a journey to a distant blazing star.
But rest assured that when my journey begs to take its cue,
Always know that when I go, this journey takes you too.
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To be the mud, the bog, the mire;
To soak the bones in February –
Eons from the autumn shower–
Even from a summer berry!
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There never really was a place of sanctity
For you, the mortal entity.
You thought you had prosperity,
The while you thrived and were.
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I think I need a god – but whom to choose?
A raft of deities; I'm sure to lose
My sense in search. And what about a church?
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Eyes bemused –
A disconnect
Dermal swathes of young and old
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So here's the score:
You're no Demi Moore
And I aint Jean-Claude Van Damme.
You're a doughnut-mad blob
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Age gnaws at life
Without respite –
Incessantly; insidiously;
Unnerving in its non–rhythmicity:
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The mirror laughed; it gleaned my thoughts
And saw me cry my want:
Synthetic views - pathetic clues
To how I tick - and now you taunt,
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Oh how I crave for fish ‘n chips:
Our fine cuisine of world renown.
I dined on such a subtle dish
When QEII received her crown.
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