A-DARK-DEMON-DRUG-
DON'T-YOU-GO-TAKE
(On A. Crowley's 'Diary of A
Drug-Fiend')
Should you look up into the sun
then find that your time has come
as creature-of-the-living-strange.
Yes as a drug-fiend you'll change -
as even the vampires surely must -
into particles of pure-dust.
Blinded by the heavenly light
will you be, creature-of-the-night.
ALONG GET I
"The far-left is dead,"
the Tory Party had said,
goose-stepping with arrogant pride.
I'm very much in the middle,
but didn't Nero fiddle
while Rome burnt, the-Devil-on-his-right-hand-side?
You might think me wrong
yet I get along
as I sing my song
caught between the great divide.
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