The Cold Caller (43)

The Cold Caller

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Goldilocks from Norway

Please tell me it’s not rude

If I pop round to your house

With some ice to eat for food

You can heat it on the cooker

With a cup of Thailand rice

And cook me up a dinner

That is bound to be nice

With the day a new creation

There are choices to be made

In a world where fine traditions

Have been trampled on by trade

Does a culture ruled by money

By its nature soon degrade

The people on the fringes

Desperate for a little aid?

Goldilocks from Norway, when I visit you today

Can we wine and dine together or must I go away?

My words are trustworthy; from truth I won’t depart

I’m a decent kind of fellah that’s making a fresh start

   

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Goldilocks from Norway

A hot curry would be great

Since the ice I’m providing

Has been rather cold of late

We can do a little dancing

So the rice has time to cook

And the two of us get warmer

Than we would reading a book

With the day a new creation

There are choices to be made

In a world where fine traditions

Have been trampled on by trade

Does a culture ruled by money

By its nature soon degrade

The people on the fringes

Desperate for a little aid?

Goldilocks from Norway, when the stars are in the sky

The moon is shining somewhere; it is not about to die

A little faith is something that will help you to believe

And set aside your feelings that are likely to deceive

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Goldilocks from Norway

How about we look at drink

As ice will make us water

But nothing else I think

Champagne is my favourite

To be drunken just for kicks

Then again vodka is perfect

For two would-be Bolsheviks

With the day a new creation

There are choices to be made

In a world where fine traditions

Have been trampled on by trade

Does a culture ruled by money

By its nature soon degrade

The people on the fringes

Desperate for a little aid?

Goldilocks from Norway, I’m trustworthy my good friend

Secret motives are a mystery that I fail to comprehend

I would rather be a hermit with the good book for relief

Than to do something illegal in the company of a thief

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Goldilocks from Norway

You can pat me on the head

For doing all the planning

So the two of us are fed

Or lecture me for failing

To provide the Thailand rice

Followed by the Champagne

And some lemon with the ice

With the day a new creation

There are choices to be made

In a world where fine traditions

Have been trampled on by trade

Does a culture ruled by money

By its nature soon degrade

The people on the fringes

Desperate for a little aid?

Goldilocks from Norway, consider what I bring

Virtue that is simple and much better than a ring

My words can be trusted as they have a solid base  

Or a modern legal framework; on this I rest my case

The End

© Frankie Espirit

The Planet Saver (42)

The Planet Saver

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Sarah was a planet saver

(It’s a rare and deadly trade)

And before this a bank teller

In a job that’s ready made

Sarah gave away the city

Just to save a lonely wood

From the men in bulldozers

A far cry from Robin Hood

Sarah organised a protest

Creating havoc in the town

With a dance demonstration

Leading to a police melt-down

They bashed Sarah with batons

(Violent actions have no shame)

Lovely Sarah died soon after

In a cell when no help came

We rely on employment

To provide us with our pay

In return we serve a master

Who we soon learn to obey

The wood made way for cattle

To be fattened up a bit

Within a month of Sarah

Succumbing to a baton hit

And though you cannot blame the Burger King

There’s something wrong about this “profit thing”

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The police were in denial

When an elder tried to say

That our Sarah had created

A most violent street affray

“The police may use their batons

When threatened with assault

It’s believed Sarah fell over

According to our report”

The wood was turned to fodder

Or a field where animals graze

Since the markets had decided

To let commerce rule these days

In the world of high finance

There’s no value in a wood

Unless your name is Sarah

With a nature that is good

We rely on employment

To provide us with our pay

In return we serve a master

Who we soon learn to obey

The wood made way for cattle

To be fattened up a bit

Within a month of Sarah

Succumbing to a baton hit

And though you cannot blame the Burger King

There’s something wrong about this “profit thing”

The End

© Frankie Espirit