The universe has a design and a designer which moulds
metaphors, a kind of sensuous clay. Whenever we don’t have enough information
to make a decision for ourselves, humans have the unfortunate habit of copying
the behavior of those around them. I see the nauseating Prince Harry has signed
a £29 million book deal; SHAME ON YOU PENGUIN RANDOM HOUSE! What about all the
talented and impecunious writers in the disunited kingdom? Hopefully nobody
will buy his books and PRHOUSE will get their just deserts.
If gift so precious must be reason to reveal
But hands grasp from whom secret to conceal
Discovered or hidden a talent must be
Find words magic powers and only talent will see
As innocence betrays each sad guilty face
That young person must always be positive
Delivered by some fabulous inscrutable grace
That mind of young be more agile than old
When not as learned in the ways of the world
And will they tell you oh cherubim
The greatest honor bestowed upon men?
That pride is a form of low conceit
And to serve invoice upon neighbour
Is to sum thine own receipt
Then ages shall learn naked truth cherubim
When sour seed blossoms towards understanding
And morals can be built as high as mountain
But you cannot be all things to all men
For some seek self interest in happiness and mirth
And desire all that holds us to our unquiet earth
Yet fools and wisemen reach same end alike
So take final curtain as you did opening night
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