How I long for graveside walks
Among the trees and bees and stalks
Swept away among my rushes
I pace and run for far off buses
Putting pots upon a shelf
For meagre scraps of another's wealth
Sacrificing on an alter
Opinionated homage to Walter
Unwitting gods these clever men
Who are much rarer than one in ten
So then are the odds
For us shop working sods
To climb the hill
Takes another's will
So economistic symbols
Use workers as its thimbles
No proper kiss but cupboard love
Two for one on this laced glove!
When putting out these POS
As meaningless as cyber sex
I think longingly of church knave
But really want to walk by that grave.
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