Venus finally awakened and eyed
She had seen enough of so much lost pride
Christ died on the cross it was thought for all men
And my love, she thought, was it all a sin

She gazed at the world lit up that morn
Only knew women, she knew they were torn
Tween the orders they had and desires to be free
The feelings of women are strongest to be

With a broom she had swept herself and all so clean
Tended the bull who was always so mean
Survived the nights by way of laudanum
Surely to keep her feelings again numb

It's been months since I was clean.
(I'm glad I'm not downwind from me.)
The enemy awaits unseen
in this land I am trying to free.

A good meal is just a memory.
Spam can only last so long.
I reckon its my destiny
to try my best to right what's wrong.

BANG! That sniper fires a shot;
for once there is no answering scream
from this hill which soon will be forgot
like a nightmare, not dream.

RIVER NILE

The Negroes speak of a river,
Where iniquity dwells, begetting guiltiness,
To be washed afloat, offshore
Into the waiting hands of judgement.

River Nile, spattering on woe's couch,
Weak parades, hopping trinkets of doom,
Flare for famine, imagining nothing new.
Where nothing lives, love worsens.

River Nile, eerie, foes vile mile,
Stretching wide wings of blood before dawn
Painful temblor, gushing towards the riverbank
Accompanied by forceful torrents,
To awake, arouse prowling mummies.

Dear John, I want to tell the truth, about my hidden story,
Throughout our marriage, I have always voted Tory.
I’m sorry, if you’re upset, but I had to hide the fact,
Does my confession annul our marriage contract?

I know I said I loved you, and your socialist ideas,
And if you ever left me, I’d cry rivers with my tears.
Alas, I have to put me first, as we Tory voters speak,
I’m tired of your voice, your proletariat critique.