Part Of The Spiritual Aquarian Conspiracy Poem by Margaret Alice

I like icing thickly spread on a
thin piece of cake, now I suffer
discomfort profound, we had
reason to rejoice so I ate lots of
icing with cake, not the other way
round; with our tax returns done,
our driving license applications
completed; we are model citizens
in our own universe, I just had to
celebrate, eating four pieces of
cake with blobs of icing enormous;
now my eyelids are heavy and
I can’t stay awake, I’m loosing
consciousness in a state of blissful
nirvana brought about by gluttony –
New Agers say it’s imperative to
follow one’s bliss – thus now I am
part of the Spiritual Aquarian
Conspiracy!