fair
lady may you be un-torn
amid
the looks that are forlorn
the
singleness of every hue
and
words that hurt as if on cue
i’ll
make it plain in this refrain
i hold
such words in high disdain
it’s
not their message i abhor
for
they are right we both are whores
but
let your ears be out of reach
of their
behest and their beseech
they
propagate with proud disgust
and
slip us coins amid their lust
they’re
ostentatious for the crowd
then
virtue less behind the shroud
that
hides the bed where both our heads
are
interwoven with the thread
i’d
make a stand if i believed
in
something beyond you and me
but
all the teachers all around
have
but one thought that they expound
that
everybody must be saved
they
have the only working trave
divinely
sent alone are they
all
others will lead you astray
the
love they know i’ll never know
and
risk the riddle down below
unless
i stop all i am now
and be
the me that they avow
so let
not words from parted lips
disdainful
stares or muttered quips
conceal
your face with veils of tears
i’ve
no more strings for puppeteers
for
sheer less sheep still share the blame
amid
the guileless shepard’s claims
to
follow that hypnotic voice
is
what our God will call a choice
so
lady fair without a prayer
one
day we both they will outwear
and
deed us both a plot of dust
when
we’re too old for wanderlust
but
happy still i think we’ll be
amid
the bliss of reverie
where
we will write our one insight
they veil
themselves as beings of light
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