07-28-2013, 10:33 PM
Another go
The saxophones have found her home and slither in,
running riot on the quiet of her body.
There’s an empty ring within the silver tin
and one candle lights the depths of her study
where she’s learning lap dancing and TEFL,
to throw a dart in a far part of the globe
and chase the arrow for some precious metal
while her lips and her legs remain in vogue.
The West has gone down with depression and stress
and we can’t afford the servants any longer.
She’s in a tipsy state and a flimsy dress,
bent over at the wrong end of a conga.
While foreign eyes are leering at our daughters
we’re being treated for Adjustment Disorders.
Revision
The saxophones have found her home and slither in,
running riot on the quiet of her body.
There’s an empty ring within the silver tin
and one candle lights the depths of her study
where she’s learning lap dancing and TEFL,
to throw a dart in a far part of the globe
and chase the arrow for some precious metal
while her lips and her legs remain in vogue.
It’s closing time in the Gardens of The West
and we can’t afford the servants any longer.
She’s in a tipsy state and a flimsy dress,
bent over at the wrong end of a conga;
and as foreign eyes are leering at his daughter
he’s being treated for Adjustment Disorder.
Original
The saxophones have found her home and slither in
to run riot on the quiet of her body.
Forefingers and thumbs stretch a pliant skin,
she grows wet in the depths of her study
where she’s learning lap dancing and TEFL,
to throw a dart in a far part of the globe
and chase an arrow for the precious metal
while her lips and her legs remain in vogue.
It’s closing time in the gardens of the west;
the baton is passed on to feed a hunger.
She’s in a tipsy state and a flimsy dress,
bent over at the wrong end of a conga.
While foreign eyes are leering at his daughter,
he’s in the queue for Adjustment Disorder.
The saxophones have found her home and slither in,
running riot on the quiet of her body.
There’s an empty ring within the silver tin
and one candle lights the depths of her study
where she’s learning lap dancing and TEFL,
to throw a dart in a far part of the globe
and chase the arrow for some precious metal
while her lips and her legs remain in vogue.
The West has gone down with depression and stress
and we can’t afford the servants any longer.
She’s in a tipsy state and a flimsy dress,
bent over at the wrong end of a conga.
While foreign eyes are leering at our daughters
we’re being treated for Adjustment Disorders.
Revision
The saxophones have found her home and slither in,
running riot on the quiet of her body.
There’s an empty ring within the silver tin
and one candle lights the depths of her study
where she’s learning lap dancing and TEFL,
to throw a dart in a far part of the globe
and chase the arrow for some precious metal
while her lips and her legs remain in vogue.
It’s closing time in the Gardens of The West
and we can’t afford the servants any longer.
She’s in a tipsy state and a flimsy dress,
bent over at the wrong end of a conga;
and as foreign eyes are leering at his daughter
he’s being treated for Adjustment Disorder.
Original
The saxophones have found her home and slither in
to run riot on the quiet of her body.
Forefingers and thumbs stretch a pliant skin,
she grows wet in the depths of her study
where she’s learning lap dancing and TEFL,
to throw a dart in a far part of the globe
and chase an arrow for the precious metal
while her lips and her legs remain in vogue.
It’s closing time in the gardens of the west;
the baton is passed on to feed a hunger.
She’s in a tipsy state and a flimsy dress,
bent over at the wrong end of a conga.
While foreign eyes are leering at his daughter,
he’s in the queue for Adjustment Disorder.
Before criticising a person try walking a mile in their shoes. Then when you do criticise that person, you are a mile away.... and you have their shoes.