Proper Followers

Wednesday, September 03, 2014

To the poor/pure

You dangle us like puppets on a string
Your husband and your other lovers
Your man and his mans man under your spell
Your mythical calligraphy and all
That numerology don’t baffle me
Psychology technology et vous
I don’t need drones and camera phones
Or mathematical ability
To figure out the things you say to me
You had me running for awhile
Naughty backroom kisses misses
In the secret stable holding hands
Who cares about the day we went aloft
Or if we did or didn't have a plan
Who’s twisting your other lovers now
Pure is pure like god is to the poor
And gold is good but not as good as god
Nobody understands you like I do
And to the poor and pure all things are pure