Can you tell me what you are about to say?
No, you can’t, for then you would have said it!
In a world where madness passes for sanity,
It is not difficult to catch the sane unaware.
How do you think they got where they are?
They know the meaning of lifeless dreams.
They are living them all week at the office.
Their secretaries are magnificent cadavers
With more secrets and lies than a bishop.
Perhaps you could tell me what’s in a name,
I don’t think yours will amount to much.
Blame the nuns, they’re guilty of every sin.
It all comes down to how much love is in your purse.
If everyone had gotten some, we’d all be happy.
Rayn Roberts 2017