Owain Glyn Poems
Men In Grey Suits
There are men in grey suits who infest sand built towers,
Where they sit and they spit out their venom for hours,
Making judgments and plans which they say we must follow,
Leaving them to get fat in the shit that they wallow.
The Bishops and Priests and their dumb acolytes,
Spew out sermons and edicts and meaningless rites,
Whilst abusing the young that are left in their care,
They preach God's holy goodness in which we can share.
There are Judges, who sit, every day, upon high,
Peering down on the wicked they're placed there to try,
With their ...
I think I do,
But then I don't
I think I will,
But then I won't
I think I might,
But then might not
I feel I should,
But have I got
The time and space