a spade is a spade is a spade

[revolutionrabbit]

due to calling a spade a spade
your hand has been over played
the debt is never payed
we are left with playing fish
a wish is a wish is a wish
don't be a far out fraidy cat

God bless the child of the Aeon
and they are not beguiled
due to the second coming being canceled
now they have become joker's wild
we will be waiting for space people
until the mutilated cow comes home
not an already destroyed one
like history that keeps repeating itself
because we can never learn from the illusion
that it is something we read in a book

no matter how we look in every nook and cranny
the gator's got your granny don't mean uncanny
once thought fanny hill was the ultimate thrill
turning those flaming pages burned my imagination
with images of hot buttered buns and naked nuns
let my thoughts run to the risque high of delirium
the tremors of my initial inklings of unholy other

a poet is not a prophet of your lingering doom
it might take an eternity just to cross that room
I would not want to predict your languorous bother
we still had the luxury to ponder that radical privation
lead me deeply into temptation brother spare a rhyme

[dadio]

Neat well said and more than most would say poem. Enjoyed.