Wednesday, 6 January 2010


You don’t have to be a genius,
Or an itinerant musician,
To use common words
In uncommon positions,
Or a magician preparing
To encumber belief
For a foolhardy crowd
Without livery or liege.

You don’t have to be encrypted,
Or deciphered by men,
Or found in the rushes
And left penitent,
Or served up a programme
To make well aware,
Or alert to the possible
Options out there.

You don’t have to be a genius,
Or a follower of one,
To know it’s unlikely
You’ll never be wrong,
As unburdened, at least,
You’ll feel more than at ease,
And your teeth will not hurt,
And your gums no more bleed.

For your words will be freed
To form whatever shape,
To fall wherever needed,
On whoever’s debate,
And magic and mystery
Will be replaced by wisdom,
And banished to the rocks
They originally crawled from.

You don’t have to be a genius,
For these days who is?
The oldest president?
Or his wife or mistress?
More his dog who cares less
For the business of views,
And only reacts
To the tones that are used.

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