Like a rolling dough

Once upon a time you were a dime
With a head so proud you were out of time.
Dame of situations, lady of courtesy, girl of the rocks
I saw a lizard going through the high heels of your red rocks.

...One must be so careful these days.

When the danger is so great
That angst becomes hope,
The only thing your child proffers is nope.
How does it feel being so high with a mouth so dry?
 Like a ROLLING DOUGH...
 When Verlaine met Rimbaud
 They had a love you still don’t know.

  In your delusions, you were a tiger.
 Tyger, tyger, burning bright
 In the forests of the night!
 Where is your fur? Where is your arrow?
 Spotless turning gents in sparrow.
 Dressed in purple like Ceasar, Augusta
 You turned standers into locustas.
 How does it feel?
 Like a ROLLING DOUGH....

 Unreal Lady,
 Under London Bridge a bipartisan crowd gathered that day
  To watch the Games going their way.
 Down King William Street you were walking on tourists’ faces
  Making your royal appearance as a card of aces.
 When all of a sudden, Nature doesn’t forget, Nature doesn’t forgive,
 Your shallow armour did not have anything to give
 To the giant wave of dissent from Climate Change. 
  The water from the Thames was so high, you had no time for your shoes to change. 
  Washed aside were your arrows, your sparrows, your shallow ideas of a land so hollow!
  How does it feel?
Like a ROLLING DOUGH...  

 Now that you are so poor
 You don’t even know how to steal,
 Who your heart would come to seal?
 When the summer is so dry,
You have no tears to cry


How does it feel?



I feel no right to cry!