you wouldn't have the first idea whom some Cryin' Mary may be...
Because my ohh my
At least there's the BAbbscot
Cryin' Mary fucked up her home territory too
As archetype....what a best ever example of
The vapid ones whom crept in cryin' a few decades ago..
And what a boring almost whole adult life
figuring their eternal 'divine' and 'love is the answer' inner strife
In fact as so often
(you wont see this or hear in their fey recently rediscovered dodgy 'god' Alan Watts - some Alain De Bottyist puts up a bit of rediscovered Watts - especially if his name is Sam, Harris....and frig me the virus spreads at about ten thousand views an hour.... )
It is what you do NOT see or
hear
that tells you all you need to know:
known as 'ergo'..
Not... nowt... nuthin' to
lose or gain
all their...what exactly?
Inner 'pain' never mind no sleep til Brooklyn
Their inner bonkers nonzen din...
I have never seen
nor imagined
A few weeks mainly ferral in the most,
errata second commin' of a perfect spring
In fact dont tell the poor inner rent
asunder by their lies of whence yonder
who they say they were
Poor little oppressed Pastymen and girls
I met an actual historian born an' bred
Three weeks ago
" this so called opressed and enslave history
ive heard time and again radio 4 and three...
You poor little PAstyBoaters...
and nowadays enslaved to agin' tarts from London town
dishin out the most predictable duff culture in artsistes gown
Gettin'
the grants to dish out nuthin' but artless pants..
Spesh her, your awful she did a BAFTA share...
she not even a local lass London born snake in the grass
tell me fine man, so your childhood here
three decades ago, your mam and pap off to sea they go
Your uncle Tom down their mine
some of the time
what was it REALLY like ...?
Healthy, happyish, failrly content?
Or as your v successful PR would have it
only ever to the devil payin' rent?"
" ehh well.... as you can see from my chronicle ate
well, we often smiled, and plenty of lassies
pretty dressies... the one who tripped and
ended up in the drink, well, to the bottom her body sinked
apart from that, pretty jolly ok....
in the little port offshoot of their clay
trade, fancy pantin' the boats 'n firins
up 'n down the less windy coast
but never out to sea in anythin' dangerous
that would be boast
and real slavery....
looking back in general pretty darn 'appy..."
Anyway that's the PR and moanin'
dealt with
But ... how can one possibly be ferrally roamin'
A few weeks of the most glorious almost ever
Not far from the villages of endemic second homin'
Even only 15 km from the horrid larger town
And.....
Perfect weather dawn to dusk
Even the Bees
" last year a duff one, ok back to life if we must tally ho
But watch out for the NAzi Trust spray men and
their illegal aerosol Roundup Pro
otherwise a buzzin Beelike off we go..."
LIke.. ehh.... almost not a soul almost nowehere
ghostly silent ...
This one unlike Rachel CArson's 62 silent
Thing
The peeps killed off most the bugs no bees
This one the peeps....
No where to be seen, what a miraculous thing
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