Listening to 'Dory'
Long curdled bitterness.
In the winds of 'yesterdays'
Gobblygook la de da, la de dee,
La di dee, la de da.
Wallpaper views, the winds of yesterday.
God is in their all.
History is just a fly to be
Swathed away.
Where, where are the soldiers
To,
Capture the not-enlightened.
Never there,
Always too few to spare!
Judgment day,
Is just a
Toss of a drink,
In a town damned as 'Busted Flush'
Wallpaper news,
Headlines?
Chip-shopped to landfill.
Came up,
Busted flush, face-up to the
Oh, Busted Flush!
Never existed,
Fake news.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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