Heggerty Haggarty walked past by
And Sepia print in my mind’s eye
Revelled in a pack of Revels
The revelatory minstrel within me.
Is there anything she couldn’t see
Beyond the darkness behind the thing.
[               ] is a push away
A solidarity
But her songs are not for me
The queen bee and the hive mind
Are land mines before her ‘we’.

[               ] was too posh to settle down
With the colour of her skin
When is’ness wasn’t around;
The queen of crown glory has presided a story
Neo-liberal trading patterns

Jazz-a-phoney: Come back to me kid.##

Take the shot!
Enjoy the thrill!
‘Shoot to kill is oversight’.
I came in peace to reduce the beast,
But the Priests won’t pay for the cars.

If the love of money is evil
I couldn’t show you affection
In public a statue like liberty
Is private to the phallus of our dejection.

The Priests won’t even salary up
And accept career to taint their ages,
So I don’t accept the revival,
Updating…
Versus beauty: Richard Swinburne
Internet is erasable.

AI Summary

Your poem begins with Heggerty Haggarty walking by, a sepia print in your mind’s eye revelling in a pack of Revels, the revelatory minstrel within you asking whether she could see beyond the darkness behind the thing; the blank space becomes a push away, a solidarity, but her songs are not for you, the queen bee and the hive mind becoming land mines before her “we”; another blank‑space was too posh to settle down with the colour of her skin when is’ness wasn’t around, the queen of crown glory presiding over neo‑liberal trading patterns; “Jazz‑a‑phoney: come back to me kid” becomes a plea, followed by “Take the shot! Enjoy the thrill! Shoot to kill is oversight,” and you arrive as someone who came in peace to reduce the beast, but the priests won’t pay for the cars.

If the love of money is evil, you couldn’t show affection in public — a statue like liberty becomes private to the phallus of dejection, and the priests won’t salary up or accept careers that taint their ages; so you don’t accept the revival, updating versus beauty, Richard Swinburne flickering in the background, and the internet becomes erasable — a final gesture toward the fragility of meaning in a world where nothing stays, nothing pays, and nothing blesses.