Posts by elin

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"Vicar in a Tutu" ...

by elin in

(written by moz).

i was minding mind business lifting some lead off the roof of the holy name church .

it was worthwhile living a laughable life just to set my eyes on a blistering sight of a vicar in a tu-tu .

I was minding mind business lifting some lead off the roof of the Holy Name church
it was worthwhile living a laughable life just to set my eyes on a blistering sight of a vicar in a tu-tu
he's not strange he just wants to live his life this way
a scanty bit of a thing with a decorative ring that wouldn't cover the head of a child
as Rose collects the money in the cannister who comes sliding down the bannister the vicar in a tu-tu
he's not strange he just wants to live his life this way
the monkish monsignor with a head full of plaster said "my man, get your vile soul dry-cleaned"
as Rose counts the money in the cannister as natural as rain he dances again vicar in a tu-tu
The next day in the pulpit with Freedom and Ease combating ignoranca,dust and disease as Rose counts the money in the cannister as natural as rain he dances again the fabric of a tu-tu any man could get us to and I am a living sign .

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Three little creatures...

by elin in

three little creatures came to observe me with disgust minds.. they only just about reached me up to my knees.. they came to steal my words.

every sentence made them feel stronger.. feeding on my anger, desperate to grow taller and bigger they started ripping them out.. when there was nothing left to give, they walked off carrying my deepest feelings of guilt and regrets with them, - only to put them in a cage.. they said:.

-dont worry youll be safe.. but the words came back!

elin

Three little creatures came to observe me with disgust minds.
They only just about reached me up to my knees.
They came to steal my words. Every sentence made them feel stronger.
Feeding on my anger, desperate to grow taller and bigger they started ripping them out.
When there was nothing left to give, they walked off carrying my deepest feelings of guilt and regrets with them, - only to put them in a cage.
They said:
-Don’t worry you’ll be safe.

But the words came back!
They jumped straight into your wide-open mouth to poison me.
They escaped and ran free.
Everybody was using them just to attack me.
The creatures who had become fat and greedy by this point didn’t really care.
They said there was nothing they could do.
And they started using them too.
I came to ask WHY?

But the words that were flying around in the air, and just about everywhere refused to come back to me.
I couldn’t even speak, not even scream.
The words had become free, but they were still chasing me.