I cannot stop
The clock won’t tick
The red ink is barely dry
And I am still thick
School is here and there
Church is a right old state
And everywhere I look
The internet knows my mate
It’s all systems go
Blast off after morning prayers
And even when I’m done with OM
The computer shares my meditation affair
Then its off to see the wizard
And the debutantes of the old Oz
Who might as well be magicians
On C.N.N. or FOX with some loss
No time for a full stop
With my morning cup of coffee or some eggs
Then it’s straight back upstairs to my laptop
Kept some fair distance from my legs
Maybe its Huffington or Guardian
They give more than their fair share for free
But if it’s a celebrity diet or dinner
Then the Daily Mail is for (you and) me
Writing away I think of tomorrow
Tomorrow, sadly, I do not think of yesterday
So I wait for gold and diamonds
And some Rolex account as my pay
Maybe I will sell this or maybe I will gain that
The monkey mind will not stop for all the effort in China
And if I did get out to town during Covid-19
Then the Americans charge double for the Diner
Nowhere is peace and pieces are everywhere
For the farthermost exit of human contact
And when it comes to the afternoon from lunch
I am in front of YouTube for some enlightening tract
Maybe it is this way, or maybe the world spins on its tummy
Some of the ideas of evolution are really rather funny
And then the evening is the same attack
What is yours? As my creativity goes flat.
Something in the oven, maybe a toast and some cheese
But rarely is there time alone to talk to others and say please
So the night rolls on and the moon is kind to my appetite
And the sleep cares more than the Doctor
Who addresses my life as a goal for his wife
And keeps changing his leotard like a leopard with spots
Or something like that…
When the world was flat
And ideas were not so written about by the dead
Afeared of Christ as some 1900s white
Who got lost out of the East for some Upanishad.

Thus are the comments loaded on media
For the feed that the politicians read
And on they go for the midway news show
To get out and about in ways of their own seed.

For once this world knew horses and the man a pistol gun
For shooting and the heaven quite different
To the thugs on the street who keep prices high and mighty
While benefitting the law to be more than strength.

Fear of this God and respect of that one
These are the best years of Judges we have ever had
But tomorrow when the land is tossed to the youth and their tattoos
There is little room for imagination and good old Galahad.

So farewell England and hello Dolly
There is a sheep next to every Art work I am sure
But I won’t come to your Psychiatric affair
Without hell and your Bible knocking on your door.

And these are the strangest times for the knowledge of newness
The oddest respect for education after school
When a King prepares for some wickedest respect
And the wisest man is dying a stressed old fool.

For call yourself this or call yourself that
England was just taught about the Ego:
And Americans looked at Europe and smiled sadly with a loss
That Brexit should have taught them that long, long ago.

Now the Maharaja can despair like Arjuna
Their kind of tariff is with Omar Sharif online
And their Devis can stretch Yoga for the Guru Yoga next to them
Complaining that their human rights are not enough English Zen.

Thus are the cycles of life and wine represented
For the monied might to ride past Lord Denning
And the Swamis from Rajahstan to know the nuance of Imran Khan
Banned from the news for all that we were winning.

Can you rhyme well and compare to ‘Him’
The funny fellow from Bombay trolled me hard,
As the only one who had anything to say or lose
And give Krishna some mile high yoga at The Shard.

Thus will Yoga be taken away and the English encouraged to move on
So that India can repent the mildest rebuke that is sent
And Asians call themselves something like The Human.