Certainly not a holy man, definitely not a saint,
Maybe just a writer wishing he could paint.
Waiting for the idea to gel, going around the thought,
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It was myself I saw sitting there,
As I looked down at the sitter motionless in a chair.
I looked tired with a face full of care,
My eyes look lost, with a lifeless stare,
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Around the corner and up into the air,
I pull myself upwards faster than climbing the stair.
Sometimes I blow gently, down the book, across the page,
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Even Albert had to work in an office,
The genius Einstein needed to show some service.
The ideas for relativity came in between,
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Just glimpse the black stockings climbing the stairs,
The type that wanton men want to have in their affairs.
Balanced atop each mincing heel,
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Wellness and luxury are my privileged right,
To bathe in oils and be perfumed each night.
I deserve continuous loving care,
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The souls are not lost when they sail through the air,
They circle endlessly till Halloween comes once a year.
The ghouls, the ghosts, the spirits, the skulls without hair,
Come to their annual meeting at the end of October.
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The joints are stiffer, I arch my back,
The tummy is flabby, the muscles are slack.
My bones are fragile, my skin is not soft anymore,
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I told an untruth, a little white lie,
Now it’s blown out of proportion, a mountain high.
The first lie was really nothing, just avoiding the question,
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I can get what I want if I stamp my feet,
If I make enough noise, I get what I want to eat,
Exactly what I want, very colourful, very sweet.
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