#593063 added June 25, 2008 at 5:16pm Restrictions: None
Roget's 3rd Orifice
I found a book that night. Cover to Cover
nothing but smug,
idle words…
‘history and tradition’
bound for a dark ship harboured on mistruths
- with starboard cynicism -
fed to us race like aeroplanes to bairns
a set of rules;
commandments;
sins and artefacts.
blood money for your faith!
faith money for your blood!
cut like battenburg, indexed
line for line an ‘ABSOLUTE’
a martyr to the truth;
hinting at expressionist whims;
though forever table-buggering the consensus
of which he is major general.
Can you see The Pilot? Is He waving?
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