Amber Nectar Gold Poem by Chris Goss

Seriously simply cheap gold
A purest amber to behold
Little lady Welsh fair old
Stories when into fold
Needle piercing pinching
Touch of vein wincing
Circular/jagged lighting
Washing machine tumbling
Damn sore neck assuming
Lovely bonny shine smiling
Articular lorries nudge close
Tragic London far more dose
No room for figure of ghost
Hunger for some light most
Deem not life for much more
Because of pain I so abhor
Passing cuisine not to adore
Emotions glided through door
Water flowing veined tube
Dye infusing to show lube
Water flowing veined tube
Owner obviously rubix cube
I this the last breath for he
Or will the perfumed tea
Pass the afflicted poor me
Not one help offered thee
The passing must surely be
For the final transfer body
Will be passing for hobby
It has happened forever
Life will end so clever
The only answer deemed
Life was treasure creamed
For a life I pressed dreamed
Oh so it was never achieved
Perhaps it is time passing
I will be dead that is lasting
For I yearn so tragically
Will this be so yearned end
Will not pass anyone to send
Any body regarding tend
Never wanted any pretend
Let your sole respect any of thee
Just how you would lovely see
How I would dye for you to be
For the people I have touch
Are the meek forever that I trust
Are the popular people I must
Lend a helping hand not cussed
For such a fine moral teacher
Would not leave any of each
It is not right to preach
In this way they can reach
The best, not to impeach
Don't let anyone not reach
Help the centuries human kind
You can help the complicated mind
Atonement you will find
Questioned where travelling found
Love the musically Jenna sound
Perfect human to glorious behold
Happy to engage of she flowed
Perhaps life is worthy bestowed
For the story I must tell)
In whisper and not yell
Weather heaven or hell
Do I hear the death knell