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A Millennium Mix. |
| Conscience |
There are few
things wrong or right
And nothing black or white.
Take off your blinkered
glasses.
Let in the broad daylight. |
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| The Work of
God |
An evil man is
the work of God
And so is the butterfly.
Each will do what each must
do
and so will you and I. |
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| Gods
Ways |
The ways of God
are wonderful,
But the wonder's hard to find,
When most, to keep their
bellies full,
Must kill and eat their kind. |
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| Who Are
We? |
Who are we and
whence we came.
What is our destiny?
Are we monkeys with swelled
heads
Or angels yet to be? |
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| No
Heroes |
Don't sell your
soul to any cause.
Explore the middle way.
Don't hero worship any
man.
They all have feet of clay. |
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| Straying
Souls |
If I were God I
would be mad
With so called friends who say
That I'm a sadist and will
burn
Those souls that go astray. |
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| Freewill |
You could be Jack
The Ripper
And Mother Teresa too,
Depending on the genes you've
got
And the street on which you grew.
This raises up a
problem.
The question of free will.
Some say that we've got lots of
it
And others say we've nil. |
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| The
Racist |
Is God a racist?
Did he fight
The Pharaoh, Philistine and smite
Belshazzar on that awful
night
When on the wall the hand did write?
Did he unfairly help the
Jew?
Tis not a thing a God would do.
Does this make sense or does it
fail
Or is it all a fairy tale? |
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| Rich
Man |
When you are rich
and at the top,
And tired of work and play,
Bring back the joy of
climbing up,
By giving all away. |
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| Ape or
Angel? |
I'm your grandma,
the monkey said.
' You lie, ' tis I', said Eve.
Are we from ape or angel
bred?
Which one do you believe? |
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| Dogmatism |
We know a
billionth of this world
And nothing of the next.
How some are so
dogmatic,
Just leaves me quite perplexed. |
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| Grandpa |
If sins that sent
Grandpa to hell
Are mortal sins no more,
Then who will let the old man
out
And even up the score? |
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| Joe
Bloggs |
When I die my
friends will pray.
I'll go to heaven, no delay.
Joe Blogg's friends no
prayer will say.
Poor Joe, his debt in full must pay. |
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| The Tour -
Life |
From God knows
where to God knows where,
A mystery tour , for sure.
What traveller would
book a trip,
From such a vague brochure? |
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| Evolution |
If apes evolved
to men like me.
Why do they still abound?
The answer is, they got their
choice
And the smart ones stood their ground. |
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| The
Gambler |
Renounce old
Nick, the good priest said,
To the gambler, on his dying bed,
But he
replied, being crafty yet,
Tis not the time for a oneway bet. |
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| No one
knows |
Why is there not
one highway
With one clear simple sign,
To lead us all the right
way?
Your guess is good as mine.
No one knows the answer.
The
maker made things so.
He would have plainly told us
If he wanted us to
know. |
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| The
Lottery |
The Pope would be
a Jew if he
Had a Jewish dam and da
And the Jew would be a Moslem,
If
his father was The Shah.
So why should we let a lottery
Be the star
that guides us to
Whatever lies beyond the vale
That fateful
rendezvous. |
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| Common
Sense |
Do not suspend
your common sense,
When thinking of your God.
So many do and wise men
too,
The whole thing's rather odd. |
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| I think,
therefore I am |
That I exist I
have no doubt.
There's nothing else I'm sure about.
Je pense, donc je
suis.
Is there anything but me? |
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| Kindness |
Be nice and kind
to all you meet,
At home, at work and on the street.
A pleasant word a
smile or two,
Will make the day for them and you. |
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| Guilt |
When a loved
one's laid to rest,
We all feel guilt and sorrow.
Now's the time to do,
your best,
Because there's no tomorrow.. |
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| All
Guilty |
If good men will
do nothing.
The bad men will have won.
All of us are guilty,
Of the
good we haven't done. |
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| Patriotism |
Man will die for
any cause,
Good or bad or silly.
Mould him while the clay is wet,
He's
a puppet willy nilly. |
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| Adversity |
Adversity is very
sweet,
I've heard Bill Shakespeare say,
He never lived in Sheriff
Street
Or down in Tiger Bay. |
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| De
Senectute |
In the Winter, in
December,
When the fires are burning low,
Stop the striving and
remember,
Pack your bags, prepare to go. |
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| The Good Die
Young |
The good die
young
I've heard folks say.
The boredom gets them
Near half
way. |
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| The Pure and
Chaste |
Are the pure and
chaste so good because
Their hormone drive is low,
Or have they brakes
that I aint got?
I'd dearly love to know. |
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| The
Bore |
Tell your story
short and quick.
Don't keep adding more.
Long winded people make me
sick.
No one loves a bore. |
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| Damages |
Tis the moral,
not the money,
Said the righteous hypocrite,
When he sues for all the
millions.
The pompous little twit. |
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| The
Law |
Be slow to go to
court, my son,
Because there's nothing surer,
When all is done, the
lawyers have won,
And you may be the poorer. |
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| Keep
Cool |
Even though
you're called a fool,
Shut your mouth and keep your cool.
If you speak
you'll be found out
Thus removing any doubt. |
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| Early to
Bed |
Early to
rise,
Early to bed.
Oh! what a bore,
I'd rather be dead. |
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| Jack and
Jill |
Jack and Jill had
drunk their fill
But not from pales of water.
You're on the pill? I'm not
said Jill
We'll chance what happens after. |
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| Oomph and
Bumph |
For rich old men,
who've lost their bumph
And fear there is no cure,
There's some young
lass, with lots of oomph,
Whose fear is of being poor. |
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| Entrepreneur |
The school house
measures very few
Of the many gifts we've got.
The future's bright, don't
feel blue,
If you're no don or swot. |
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| Dieting |
Thin and scrawny,
looks half fed,
Drained of hormones poor in bed,
Caught in fashions
grasping mesh,
Give me a woman soft and fresh. |
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| Responsibility |
An artist must
accept the blame
For every blob and blot.
Can any maker wash his
hands
Of a thing he has begot? |
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| The Old
Folk's Dilemma |
Afraid to wed or
live in sin,
What can the old folks do,
To change the laws that hedge
them in,
And start their lives anew?
If state controls were set
aside
The old folk would be free,
To plan their lives and then
abide
In wedded harmony. |
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| Be Not
Afraid |
Fear not to sleep
the deep, deep sleep,
The sleep for evermore.
Be not afraid, your debt is
paid
God will not ask for more.
The gloomy prophet you won't
hear,
Nor the fiery zealots preach.
Their threats of doom won't worry
you,
You're now beyond their reach. |
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| Be Your Own
Man |
Why should I
think as father thought,
Or do as he might do,
Although I love him, as I
ought,
I'm me, not he nor you. |
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| Straight
Talking |
O, God come down
and tell us straight
What we're supposed to do,
And we'll all sing from
one hymn sheet,
Muslim, Christian, Jew. |
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| The
Horsemen |
Four horsemen
ride and scourge the land,
And never slacken speed.
Their names are:
Language, Colour, Race,
And the fiercest one is Creed. |
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| When I
Die |
No ghost or comet
you will see,
I have but one request,
That four great-grandsons carry
me
And hie me to my rest. |
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| The
Scrounger |
If you're a
scrounger, tight and mean,
Your problem is a miser gene.
Your friends
will notice, don't be dumb,
Pay your way, don't be a bum. |
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| Good
Neighbours |
Humanity I do
adore,
Except the guy who lives next door.
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| Religion |
| Religion is
a simplistic explanation of the inexplicable |
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