The flames which becomes dust The dust that becomes the stars The stars which become the human heart The man who becomes dust The echo of the eternal flame
Welcome to global warming Britain No one’s got a secure job unless they went to Eton Summer weather one day winter weather the next Teachers been layed off as top bankers get pay rises
He was born with a stinging tail and a forked tongue Lies where his currency and the fiddle he did play Tax the poor And give unfair pardon to rich was his creed But fair readers see
The only way out of the conceptual frame work of thought is either into coherence or total incoherence during sleep or at the moment of death or mastered though meditation.
