Though accustomed to changes in the weather
And bruised at heart by the indifference of fate
Carrying an emotional umbrella at all times
(Wearing it upside down-catching better your smiles)
Avoiding cops n' robbers , dealers and wheelers, Backgammonic Arabs
Afghan warriors, Malien thieves, American politiciens, Spiritual Advisors
and myself if possible-
Death, sycthe cutting like summer hay-is on the prowl as never before
Get yourself a bond, be headed for the Kings Highway-
a feeble attempt at life Insurance
In the heavenly realms
Is my task today.
So praying at 300 rpm, a prayer-wheel turning in the lions den,
Remembering that love is my duty
Ardeur my task
Let laughter in the back door and fuck everything else
Far too serious for a Sunday Morning am I
Get you gone ol' man death!
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