DIRT floors, water down preachers,
a collection plate, and a church
full of heartless people,
AND all the christens lock their
doors,
AND all the pagons beg for more.
AND all the shadows laugh and
play, and me, ill just turn off
the tee-vee...and fly away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
watching that stuff can give any brain an ache so off with that screen for a bit of peace a fine poem