On the scales of the divine
They measure yours and mine
Carefully balance water and wine.
Separate the sheep from swine.
And then, when work is done, for fun:
They distribute gifts
Skill and craft, winning ways.
Various talents to fill our days
Words to glorify our love with praise
Sporting prowess to amaze.
i could go on for days and days.
But I will just say, various other treasures for which the extract a heavy price
The writer gets dyslexia
The gourmet gets dyspepsia
The beauty queen anorexia
The intellectual gets apraxia.
Funny ha-ha. But they have more to give
Shall I refrain?
The father who inflicts pain
The mother hooked on cocaine
The crack head sister gone insane
I could go on and on but it would be inane.
Did I mention: Hurricane. To much rain on the flood plain that can’t drain away.
I’m exhausted with it all
So I’ve spoken to the top brass, with out being crass, i said I’d pass,
Take our gifts I said and shove them up your…….I’ll get my coat so………
© Dave Kavanagh @ daithiocaomanaigh.com