Is not all it's cracked up to be
Spit out the sinews and veins
Control Alt Delete the belly
…….
Lasso the immature cake
And carve it into a tart
The hexagonal hope of a diamond
The aerodynamics of soap
…….
Wash out the tunnel of love
The ghost still smells like a wolf
The toast of come-sit-beside-me
Is buttered with fluorescent bells
…….
Ask me why I will never return
And jangle your poker chips
Clap with one clap with one clap
The nightmare has sewn up my lips
November 2006
Mary Argent copyright