Well I remember yon fine day
down by the deep Loch Ness.
I cast my fly so far away
which soon caused me distress.

Instead of hooking trout out there
on mud banks thick and messy.
Stepped through flat fish floundering where
I had to battle Nessie.

I wrestled her as you have guessed
though that was not my plan.
I only wished for herring dressed
not pilchards from a can.

It took a while to free the line
that Nessie had entangled.
I found my rod, my tackle, twine
hopelessly were mangled.

I walked to the end of the world last night
And peered over the edge
I saw good people going hungry
I saw evil people decadent in their excesses
Crying they need more of the pie
I saw the masses of the self-righteous
Walking like zombies to pay homage to the rich
An offering on hopes that someday
They will be the decadent too
I saw solders killing without cause
While politicians cried more, more, more
Then I saw the great and merciful moon
Doing her part to save humanity from itself

Don't ask a lady 'bout her age;
bestir griefs, invoke her sorrows,
arouse a sleeping beast to rage,
don't ask a lady 'bout her age.
You'd let the daemons out of the cage
to blow her now and tomorrows,
don't ask a lady 'bout her age;
bestir griefs, invoke the sorrows.

DANCING

Every movement I make
Is a dance in slow motion,
a poetry of the body in distress
each thrust into the void suggests
a primal grace beyond rigidity,
and the sublimity of the spirit
defying constriction of space.
it is who we are we Warriors
of the human race.

Richard for Joe