"She had a horror or rooms she was tired, you can't hide beat "
D. Bowie
Drawn from somewhere inside the great Idol ID
Somewhere hidden from Daylight Fair
Somewhere far from anywhere,
They come to feast to preen and caw
To hold themselves above their law,
Is it your blood and mine upon which they wine and feast ?
The old gods and devils have nothing on them
Whom are absolutely drunken on the grapes of Power and Control
It's a crafted stage play
A scripted tipsy barroom brawl
Drugged deep within an urban sprawl
Such creatures crawl from clay
Somewhere far from anywhere
Somewhere hidden from Daylight Fair
Drawn from somewhere inside the great Idol ID
They come to feed at the golden trough.
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2022-07-15 at 23:38
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D. Bowie
Golden Trough
They come to feed at the golden troughDrawn from somewhere inside the great Idol ID
Somewhere hidden from Daylight Fair
Somewhere far from anywhere,
They come to feast to preen and caw
To hold themselves above their law,
Is it your blood and mine upon which they wine and feast ?
The old gods and devils have nothing on them
Whom are absolutely drunken on the grapes of Power and Control
It's a crafted stage play
A scripted tipsy barroom brawl
Drugged deep within an urban sprawl
Such creatures crawl from clay
Somewhere far from anywhere
Somewhere hidden from Daylight Fair
Drawn from somewhere inside the great Idol ID
They come to feed at the golden trough.
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Read 269 times
Written on 2022-07-15 at 23:38
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