If love was a lady to the Dhol
Would the Presence of eponymous sweep the Albert Hall
To democratise the language
For a Class of 2000 to turn around and say
Sorry for all that Jesus made when he had it all His way?

Money is great if you sell it to Canterbury
And wrestle with the scientists for all the atheism that is free:
Then magic is the unknown and an Indian can brought
And chapatis are bigger than brothers when Chopra is an outlaw.

Ship me this, ship me that: But my I.P. ethics just went splat
There could be Armageddon, there could be Ramayana
But in the eve of Revelations there is no good radio station
For the profit of a Prophet-able turntable…
“… and all the brothers that don’t say Yo anymore.”

Psyche.
Get on your bike
Did you know they cuss rhyme?
While smoking weed to get pads to do time.
Clinton Cards are calling you for the one man show shoes
Awaiting you in the Emporor’s New Groove & some new proof
“… That He prayed.”

Brave
Run like the forest warrioress
And let Elizabeth know best what to put to the test
For those Colonial ships and tried and tested plays
Before King James got the nuances laid
For all those Iambic Pentameters that now know Peter
And forgot about the Land of Rohan where Gandalf knows snows and Sadhana…
“… and all that Putana.”

Opulate
Wait a minute mate?!
That’s not a word!
Try The Absurd you theatrical clown
And we will delete the origin of all that is brown…
“… And then there were Mayans”

Such is the rhythm of ringing the wrong bells five times
At Christmas time in 2020 when the Space Race knows crimes.
You were there at Cape Canaveral when the apes where shifting
Before the sex was dance hall and the tapes were shifting
For Presidential bids and some blessings of a rear ending
Of cluttered culture and the Dark Web in the halls of a bad mix and blending.
They were not: That is hot stuff to the cloth’ed model on the right…
“… And it was her right to be tight.”

To be or not to be, that is free
Only after centuries of discrepancy
And how The Bard was fought and won for
So the Bible could legitimise swords and the rude words
Before Guru-Ji’s contemporary see through with Sanjaya’s crew…
“… And that is the Dhrastratha in you”

Come down and you will find time is (not) kind
To the O.T. type of blood that is Roswell and a find
For how Xenu stole them blind of five gold rings
For the Lord and his own Ronin word on the matter…
“… And that would be Event Horizon in the 1990s”.

good luck to you
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