Owain Glyn Poems
|83.||A Tear For Christmas||12/20/2012|
|84.||Homes For Gnomes||5/27/2013|
|85.||This Green And Pleasant Land||12/16/2012|
|87.||Men In Grey Suits||12/3/2012|
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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 ...
Every year it comes around, this season of goodwill,
When visitors we truly loathe, come round and drink their fill.
Relatives we haven't seen, since nineteen fifty four,
Discover where we're living, and come knocking at the door.
We end up going shopping, spending cash we haven't got,
Filling up the Credit Cards, as if we've lost the plot.
We buy for all and sundry, and then we buy some more,
As if we've quite forgotten, that it all needs paying for.