Petes Poetry
King's line up
Salvation, the dream when all is lost.
For golden finds, come at a cost.
The bottomless pit,it's just never ending.
Look at my wealth and power, but forever, just pretending.
The rise and fall, east and west.
We are set, while the dead eternally rest.
The king with people and bones.
Serve him, yet time he only loans.
Cure us, Feed us, the people with needs.
But to him, they are tools to mine, and fulfill his greed.
Look at his wisdom, look at his maths.
For he counts on you to dispose of his scraps.
The more the better, the bigger the better, we can have the waste.
When he gives us stuff all, you know we're on the standard rate.
Turnover, sundry, surplus stock.
Line up, line up, out they go, at the end of a glock.
Peter Riddoch.
For golden finds, come at a cost.
The bottomless pit,it's just never ending.
Look at my wealth and power, but forever, just pretending.
The rise and fall, east and west.
We are set, while the dead eternally rest.
The king with people and bones.
Serve him, yet time he only loans.
Cure us, Feed us, the people with needs.
But to him, they are tools to mine, and fulfill his greed.
Look at his wisdom, look at his maths.
For he counts on you to dispose of his scraps.
The more the better, the bigger the better, we can have the waste.
When he gives us stuff all, you know we're on the standard rate.
Turnover, sundry, surplus stock.
Line up, line up, out they go, at the end of a glock.
Peter Riddoch.
