The Descent of Man
Georgie Porgie sweet sugared cocaine
Missed the girls
Because they never came back again
They live in their own wizardry worlds
With nothing to hide the feeling inside
I suppose that’s why they call them girls
But somewhere in their infantry heads
There lie’s the thoughts of making beds
Cotton threads and eyes of blue
Then they turn to ladies of light
With Words that sprinkle and hold each other tight
They kiss for love, they kiss for gin,
They love to laugh through sorrow or shame
They clench their teeth
And when it comes to the crunch
They brush with chocolate
They always skip lunch
They make you feel life
They give you their time
They give you their heart,
Then they just leave you right back at the start
Men see you in the mist of moonlight
But they never say, they keep it quiet
Men treat the world with indifference
Each the same in basic terms
But steal the shape of a Prince
Which gives a spark of intelligence to his father’s sperm
They talk in rhymes and letter of verse
They spew at the face of morality
They give you the feeling of imbalanced normality
Like the sands under the mighty waves of the power of Good
Ever sinking into the depths of despair
For all the suffering which to me is here
But some drift slowly towards distant shores of hope
Rocking the land of human consent
To do the things that man desires
To feel the glory of his own descent.
Randall Scott Carrington circa 1977

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