Chance Would Be A Fine Thing

I sound like such a strumpet

In some of these lines I write

But I can promise you

The actual truth

Is that I am alone most nights


Rolling In The Hay

Looking
up at
you

Looking
down
at me

I know
this is
where

We’re
supposed
to be

(Originally Posted 27.10.2019)

Sunday School

You know what they say

Doesn’t ring true

Yet upon it

You are told to rely

All those stories

Retelling past glories

But you’re not allowed to question why

What I’ve always wondered

Is who decided

Which one

Was the most hallowed

For I know

I needn’t look

To a fictional book

To guide me on moral code


False Gods

Will
it
always
be like
this

She
said

Don’t
I deserve
a reprieve?

That all
depends
on the
book

He
said

In
which
you
choose
to believe

(Originally Posted 01.10.2020)

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