The Farm

And blowing in the wind is where the answer's meant to be
But I was blown to here and back by what you said to me
The wind of change was Mary Poppins landing in the street
So give the starving tuppence if you have enough to eat
The question is our future and it's dangling by a thread
But Damocles has gone and you're the thing I left unsaid
The double hedging bet was lost and all we have at stake
Are bleeding hearts the Queen of Tarts will liberally bake
How many roads I walked with you yet never at your side
The wolf who blew my mind but somehow left it all implied
I'm on the road to nowhere but the making sense has stopped
Cause Maggie's farm's reality when rabbit holes are dropped
Some people never see the ocean others wash ashore
Imagine all the people then consider them no more

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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