ingrates and catholics .. .
the people who don’t care
and people who care too much
you meet both all over
both can drive you to despair
it’s why I started drinking
and then when I gave it up
I met them everywhere
ingrates and catholics
some are never thankful
or appreciate what you do
they take it all for granted
take enough for two
selfish ornery bastards
wind you up
and round their finger
the one that’s sticking up
others always feel guilty
they’ve never done enough
or do much of anything
so filled with condemnation
they circle round the earth
never say anything much
scared of what they do
cannot get excited
their purpose is subdued
always feel unworthy and kind of dirty
till they’ve bowed to mother Mary
told her that what they do
they are so goddam sinful
tell it to the fairies
your life is far too short
once your through with your confession
it does not need retelling
just get on with your life
look out for your brother
always love your mother
respect a faithful wife
my maxim for today
whistle while you pray
♡✌️
YOUR BOUGHS OF PLENTY .. .
Your boughs of plenty .. .
Your boughs of plenty
laden down
your arms of joy
greedy green of goblin’s gold
your eyes hidden
blinkered, sightless
neath your eye-line shadow
golden eyes with lashes
cold scars on your knotty spine
burrs on your umber skin
you are incapable of sin
your branches cannot lie
’til that morbid day you laydown
I long since departed
under your nature’s robes
visits as a minor bird
your fine clothes green n’ gold
your off-the-shoulder gown
your locks untrained, lascivious
your shape bent tantalising
the way you stand just out of reach
oft painter’s-brush horizon
Marrietta, corn is waving in our field
scenery afore tomorrow’s growing
your flowing dress of aqua – maize
supports the motion of our ways
trees always do outlive our days
©edenbraytoday11.05.2022
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