Beverly and Janie
\nWere lovely friends of mine
\nBoth With moral fibre
\nNoble and divine
\nThey were so trustworthy
\nIn every single way
\nAnd ofcourse confined in me
\nHow they wanted to stay
\nThat Romanian keeper
\nNitu yes him he
\nWas often very brutal
\nMy arthritic legs
\nThe agony
\nVile venality
\nAnd spivvery
\nThats was what he showed
\nAnd everybody knew that
\nHe broke every code<\/p>\n
Its undignified
\nAnd a treacherous state
\nWhen human beings
\nDisplay the trait
\nOf Being untruthful
\nAnd insidious too
\nA spurious content
\nAnd ignoble view
\nUnbelievable depravity
\nOn a female who
\nHad suffered very badly
\nWhose plight was really true
\nBeing so old and bearing the scars
\nI stood there chained up
\nJust Seeing stars<\/p>\n
As he beat me
\nWithout reason
\nOther than I
\nWas suffering
\nThe relentlessness
\nThat then did apply
\nAnd the weight of it all
\nAnd without remorse
\nAnd his way with me
\nHe tried to force<\/p>\n
It all comes back
\nTo the shit before
\nTo the circus acts
\nTo the blood and gore
\nTo the mean transgressions
\nI was put through
\nAn uneasy conscience
\nThat continued to brew<\/p>\n
And now alone
\nUnable to speak
\nTo talk with a friend
\nAnd getting so weak
\nIn myself just the need
\nOf another around
\nTo comfort and keep
\nMy feet on the ground<\/p>\n
3 scatty goats
\nAnd the humans who
\nCome to help
\nWhich is what they do
\nEmpty vessels every one
\nNo reparation for what
\nThey have done<\/p>\n
The daily mail and the readers who
\nCame up with money
\nTo help me through
\nBig ideas
\nSome compensation
\nRecognised
\nWith some liberation<\/p>\n
Still though
\nThere is castigation
\nBeing alone
\nFor me salvation
\nJust feels that I
\nHave missed out sadly
\nAnd I dont know why<\/p>\n
Keepers vets
\nA therapist
\nAn osteopath
\nA human twist
\nOn a dark existence
\nA life of stress
\nWith no companions
\nAns no redress<\/p>\n
The use of the ankus
\nFor me a sin
\nIts not a dominion
\nMy poor skin
\nCan attest that this device
\nIn the wrong hands
\nIs never nice<\/p>\n
To see it still
\nEngaged on me
\nSuch perversion
\nDoes guarantee
\nFlashbacks to an
\nEra when
\nThe circus
\nEmployed the rotten men<\/p>\n
The Recidivists
\nWho had before
\nWhipped their way
\nFor whatever for
\nSlammed the bullhooks
\nIn my thighs
\nWas it really such a surprise
\nTo see me wince
\nIn awful pain
\nAnd Never want to see them again<\/p>\n
Such a device
\nSuch evil stuff
\nIn my life I have had enough
\nChastised each day
\nBeaten blue
\nsleepless nights
\nAll Down to you<\/p>\n
Bashing hammering canning whipping
\nKicking drubbing it was flipping
\nTerrible my nights alone
\nBleeding inside
\nAs The unknown<\/p>\n
Agony was mine all mine
\nNothing proven
\nDown the line
\nThe dirt the filth the obscenity
\nThe guilty feelings
\nThe silent plea<\/p>\n
Uttered quietly in the night
\nOne after another each nightmare flight
\nBackwards to Sri Lanka
\nAnd onwards too
\nInfernal sins
\nOf the keepers who<\/p>\n
Use their gruffness
\nTheir human trait
\nTheir moody blues
\nWho make me wait
\nBeing alone
\nWith all these years
\nFeeling worthless
\nLosing tears<\/p>\n
A low esteem
\nAnd scant respect
\nDisparagement I do detect
\nMock and sarcasm
\nTaunt and gibe
\nOffhanded insults
\nTo imbibe<\/p>\n
This old lady
\nReally feels
\nLonely as her stance reveals
\nSuch heartlessness
\nRemorselessly
\nAnd no compassion
\nActually
\nPromised the earth
\nBut given less
\nA plastic ball on a rope
\nThe stress
\nThe radio on
\nBut no paradise
\nAnd no one to talk to
\nWhich isnt nice<\/p>\n
We are socially
\nSouls of the day
\nWe love to converse
\nIn every way
\nFamily life
\nIs all that matters
\nBut all alone
\nMy life’s in
\nTatters
\nMental anguish
\nMy destiny
\nI guess its how
\nIt has to be.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Beverly and Janie Were lovely friends of mine Both With moral fibre Noble and divine They were so trustworthy In every single way And ofcourse confined in me How they wanted to stay That Romanian keeper Nitu yes him he … Continue reading