4 PAINTERS IN A GARDEN
My love child died.
--------------------Thrown like a star in my vast sleep
As Gustave sipped his Prussian Blue
In Bethlehem today.
Things were different.
-------------------- I open my eyes to take a peep
By some horrendous quirk of fate,
He gave his life away. - He planned to give his wife away.
-------------------- To find that I was by the sea
Jane got her wish like some vamp from the Rocky Horror show.
-------------------- Gazing with tranquillity. She was not so tranquil juxtaposed on the lawn.
Some rock star type interview placed him in the limelight.
Schadenfreude was already in play. Spray that hose.
--------------------'Twas then when the Hurdy Gurdy Man
-------------------- Came singing songs of love,
I’m really craving coffee just about now. Fuck that, fuck you all, this is my wall.
The spin doctors worked their magic, Pink Floyd never dies.
The end result was tragic. Hosed.
-------------------- Then when the Hurdy Gurdy Man
-------------------- Came singing songs of love.
Rainbows reflected the bands inner most feelings
Crucify the mother - said the crowd. The wind blew us all away like a bad critic.
-------------------- Histories of ages past
Look I’m washing my hands - the roman said out loud.
Those words could only be expressed in music - Sublime
Inri did not know which way to turn,
Whatever she wished for, Niiinsky provided.
-------------------- Unenlightened shadows cast
I’m openly religious, but I’m not one of yours. I am a Supreme Being.
-------------------- Down through all eternity
He protested vehemently to those behind the doors.
-------------------- The crying of humanity.
Like T.E. Lawrence travelling around on his motorbike - wishing he was Che.
-------------------- Thrown like a star in my vast sleep - I would like to sleep between her.
Kill the Jew, but beat him first. Why, all over again.
That’ll quench their twisted thirst. Twisted Sisters and Perverted Misters.
-------------------- I open my eyes to take a peep
Isabel said quit the “allende” - she spoke Dutch you know.
Here’s the gun, we’ll even supply the bullet. Bollox.
However...
You put your finger on the trigger,
The really were not looking for the next Armenian Idol
-------------------- To find that I was by the sea
AC/DC were dressed as tomatoes and manning a light aircraft.
-------------------- Gazing with tranquillity.
Just pull it.
The Geese migrated but this time - like a bunch of Illuminati -
They were headed toward the East.
--------------------'Twas then when the Hurdy Gurdy Man
-------------------- Came singing songs of love,
Not us came the reply.
-------------------- Then when the Hurdy Gurdy Man
-------------------- Came singing songs of love.
It’s up to you to make him die - slowly though.
Make him suffer, inflict pain, Sagan knew the tune to play.
Then just when he thinks it’s over...
Do it all again.
-------------------- Histories of ages past -The Aliens will take us all
As the chainsaw buried its teeth deeper into the pig
A fountain of Sasparilla gushed like the diatribe of an Italian mother chastising her children at the dinner table.
-------------------- Unenlightened shadows cast
Mel may have got it right,
But possibly for all the wrong reasons.
-------------------- Down through all eternity - Sodomy, Fellatio, is this the 70’s
Another Dog day Afternoon.
-------------------- The crying of humanity.
Icarus had just waxed his legs and his surfboard -
Stay way from the Sun son.
Man he had a dreadful night.
Man he had a dreadful flight - or so the story goes.
-------------------- Unenlightened shadows cast
Corinthian just stood firm, watching all the while.
The town comic was there, just to add a smile.
-------------------- Down through all eternity
Somewhere in a cave Plato was waiting for the movie to start.
-------------------- The crying of humanity.
300 Soldiers, armed to the teeth. Wow man you’re a Superstar.
Russel Crowe never died in vain.
It would be a lie to say that Jesus felt no pain.
That there will be no Holocaust again.
Somewhere
Not over the rainbow
But here and probably nearly now.
Humanity is self loathing - and self mutilating.
But thank God for discrimination
Said the Devil-
They will never realise it.
Until it is too late.
Christian Bale was never as Psycho as he was that day.
© : Ludolf R. Grollé
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