blue hair attitude

We collect family members
Some with fur and some without
Some with blue hair attitude
The rest with aches and gout
and,

We love them, how we love them
We pretend we've got it made
Until the golden lie we've told
ourselves
Slowly begins to fade

Then love becomes a flower
Gently placed upon a grave
And sadness taints the
memory
Of all the gold we made

The once rich become poor
The gold all turned to sand and
then often, more than often...
That old prayer book in a hand

So we go to church to sing and
search for all the ghosts we
knew,
Hoping for some answers to
sustain the living few, to...

Come away with chocolate coins
That melt on the way home
While God sits on his high horse
And feeds mY dog a bone

For when I call him for supper
My darling is a ghost
Another magicked into dust, so
maybe....
God deserves a toast, and

Here's to you god...
You Utter Fucker!!!!!

M P 8/9/21
RIP Keller boy, you are loved
                    Still  💔