Rich Man…..Poor Man…..Begger Man.....Stallin…...{PREFACE}

Rich Man…..Poor Man…..Begger Man.....Stallin…….
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Right or wrong said the abstract frog’ and do yer like the NINE-TRAIN……..and what ever else yer do…….be careful of the death plane’ and don’t yore worry when times get hard………look to Jesus’ “That Renegade Bard”……though if he ne’er split the Atom’……Charlie Darwin said I’ll fuck’em……..

Where is the Kingdom in my promise’……..what be the day that I do comment’ I see wisdom’ you see facts’ I breath venom’ you all gasp………..but if I ever get the chance to sit a Muslim on the fence……….he’d look t’u left and see the Devil……..he’d miss the bomb’ so let’s set sail……..but if he dithers to the right…….he’ll pick up arms and start a fight……….and the world’s so dark……..we need some light………I’d ne’er end the perfect flight……

So why do we bother……..and why du we pray…….I’ll take’eth a virgin……to lay or display………but if we don’t get mad………what will we do next……….cos this history’s quite out-bound……….it’s……… leaving me vexed………so’ I will put in……….if you don’t take out………. I will give back………cos there’s nothing to flout………I’ll give you a fish………if you give me cheese……….then I’ll give it to God…….and he might say fuck off……..or then again please……..

I need an apple……just like Eve…….I’ll tell you all this……I’ll ne’er leave……but just in case……you laugh out loud…….i’ll see your ghost…….in every cloud…….though if you sing like nobody’s Angel…….I’ll play with syntax upon your table……then when it’s time to start again……I’ll use a spoon………so you don’t strain…….but if you ever reach for God……say yer prays…….and find a job……cos being great must take the biscuit …..could make yer see……so I won’t risk it…….though’ if you ever see swing for Moses……I’ll let you pay for my synopsis…..and if I shoot the number two……I’ll beat your country……black & blue……but if you help me……..I’ll come clean……and give your water an extra sheen……

I’ve heard the preaching from the mountains………I’ve drank the piss…….from Tetley’s fountains……and now I know what’s good and bad……at least’ I know what makes me glad……. It’s all about the latest gizmo……if they’ve got one…..then we get sun-stoke……but all in all…….things are good…..there’s still a few……who’s spilling blood……

How can you hurt Dulcy……why do yer give pain…..it’s too’ coincidental…….to dance in the rain…… yet’ many have try’d her……and some said they cared……but the look on her round one…….said she was scared……she died in a tiswas……she ne’er got mended……St Patrick illusion…..ne’er got rendered……

I once ate a baby……..I once try’d a goat…….I once drowned in butter……I once missed a float…….but when I grow weary…….and things get mis-read……I move to a new score……or stay in my bed……it’s all in your mind-set…..it’s all in your brain…….the premise you’ve gave us…….gives us the strain……so who’ll take the medicine……who’ll cut the deal……will you ring the door-bell……on a suicide peal……can I ask a question…..can I stroke your hair……will you take the average……do you think yer dare……and if yer don’t like it…..will you tell me stop……but if I give wisdom…..will you take the lot…….

So blind me with virtue……and give me some sense……you’re talking some bullock……with no recompense……and fly me to Russia…...and take back the love…...for I’ve got double standards…….a lark or the dove…….

I end with a statement…….THAT LOVE CONQUERS ALL……there’ beef in Baltic…...and tears in the wall……so if yer don’t like it……sing for yer supper……and don’t get down-hearted……hold-out for the upper……

To be continued