I LOOK AT THE STAGE.

I LOOK AT THE STAGE. -Written by Taylor John.

I. Old Man Your Snot Is Art.
Old man – your,
Snot –
Is, “Art”;
(It’s –
‘Hanging..!’)
(Old man) Your –
Tobacco-stained slop, too –
The ‘cart-wheeled’, craft:
From,
A Blue-bottomed – flute’,
Sang –
Fanny..
..Old man – your,
Slop –
Is, Art!

II. Left Out With The Vari~irous Animals.
I’m – a,
Good friend – of,
James!
Left – out: with –
The Vari~irous Animals;
(One – of,
The ferrets – was,
Lost..!)

{The ferrets’ name ~ she, names: Doby.}

III. I Am No Manual.
I will clear in the afternoon!
Get paid in ten minutes.
I will bear no old moon?
Get laid in her senate!
I Am No Manual.

IV. The Proper Liberal.
The Russian – she’d,
Sit: fronting – her,
Bare chest and mirrored face; if –
Dance – were, too:
A glamorous argument?
(The Russian) She’d,
Bare her milky pip: squeezing – her,
Breasts’ milk – to,
My bed..

V. I Will Have Her In Fashion.
My, fashion handbag will be dropped off – today!
I will, rip off it’s handles!
I’ll – bend, the glamoured note!
I’ll – shape, her stark gob!
I’ll, wait..

VI. There’s A Pretty Flower Free From The Tyranny.
It’s – not, man-molded
Of –
Plastic!

There’s – a,
Pretty flower: free – from,
The tyranny..

VII. I’d Have A Big Lounge.
First – the,
Shock; and – then,
The tears!
I’d, see – the space!
(Beyond – grief,
Or –
Despair – I’d,
Chase no cruel colour..)

VIII. Let Him See The Line And Write.
If, Madness – doesn’t,
Hold – him,
To it..?

Let, him – see,
The Line: and –
Write!
(O Sublime
Nuant..Hello –
Goodbye!)

IX. I Look At The Stage.
Have – stars,
Been: the,
Alter?
I, look – at,
The Stage: (the one – that,
Seems, now – like,
A Counter!)
I, look – at,
The Stage: (I, say) she – is,
But – like,
A Flower!
I, look – at,
The Stage: this –
Hour..

X. No Land Too Foreign.
If, Peace – her,
Brother;
No, land – too, foreign: ‘plaud –
The,
Day!
~
If, Liberty – her,
Sovereign;
No, land – too,
Foreign.

XI. I’d Just Liken Her Goodnight.
I’d – just,
Liken: her –
Goodnight;
With – a, Light: neither –
Given out;
Nor, lost:
The long – drawn out,
Discolour : new-born –
Or, embossed:
Entrusted : it’s –
Pertinence; it’s –
Sweet,
Worn –
Cough:
(Are – you,
Certain –
Of, this..?)
[I’d – just: watch – there:
The Heart.]

XII. There’s Been No Chance Of Much Success.
If – subtlety, aren’t:
Da’ –
Stupor!
There’s, been – no,
Chance: of –
Much –
Success!

XIII I’ll Handle The Blues.
It’ll – chap,
This – sap,
Of – an,
Asshole!
I’ll,
Handle –
The Blues..!

XIV. You Can Never Be Too Kind.
If – I,
S L A P
that
SILLY
FASCIST
MIND!
(Let’s, Banter!)

XV. I’ve Taken A Peal Of Your Gold.
Ring, loudly – in,
A Peel!
(Baby)I’ve – taken,
A peal – of,
Your,
Gold!

XVI. You Pick The Font.
You – pick,
The font – Ruby Tuesday!
Rant – the,
No want!
You – pick,
The font – Monday Monday..!

XVII. I’d Ask Upon Unto The Moon.
If – Tidings,
Lend’th?
I’d – ask,
Upon,
Unto – The,
Moon:
‘How – have,
The Gentry..?’

XIII. We’ll Have To See What They’ve Got To Say.
It, swallows –
It’s, gulp!

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