let's populate a world with nymphs
and angels in the garden
then blow the lot to smithereens
without a beg your pardon
let's make a myth to save our souls
and thus achieve redemption
let's close the door and fire the coals
and grant ourselves exemption
let's be god and do it over
surely we can find
solutions better suited
to a world less unkind
let's not forget we know not
who we are or even where
(and that, my friend, is why i will
not vote for Tony Blair)
Little Black Book by Wayne Myers