Put some gauze in the cause clause,
what was once mine is now more yours .
You must now give birth,
to its size and girth,
And owns its wellness by giving it verse.
As I take care not to piss and tear,
I hope you shit in another pit.
I’ll behave until I don’t,
but if you shit, jump and shout.
Take the time to spelling things out.
But please record me if I go devout.
Obscure clandestine obsficated,
facilities with robots hotly debated.
Supply chains tested wrung and wrought,
RnD suffers but weve still got desert.
I’d like to say the answers in german,
Hindi French Spanish or Norwegian.
But more and more its all turning urban,
when less is more and emoji’s are gherkin.
So and so and so I say,
Its not the words its the sounds it makes.
I saw I saw I saw what they said,
But what was the sound that it made in your head?
Did it conjure inspiration or wisdom?
Does it motivate or create dilusion?
Was it intended to help your way?
or did they just suggest – that you were gay?
Ruder that rude,
badder than bad,
more evil that Satan,
We’ve even a band.
Peace please pleasantries so,
learning my mantra’s all on the go.
Greasy geezers gracing god land,
smothering smoochers with a loving hand.