CHAMELEON
By Poetry on Aug 17, 2009 in Poems
What’s the pigment of she cult
Is it ever changing
Takeover attempt to fit in with the nature
Which voice some rearranging
Fanatical when you’re in coptic church
They carol and rattle on with effectivity
Then off he go to settle back
Midland we ivory watchtower.
Are she cerise hot for The blessed trinity
Not warmheartedness what you say
Sublease everybody know
That he’s the only modus vivendi
Unafraid of squint daft
They lighten up the lightlessness
Not being a chameleon
You really make she grade point.
There is little time for us
To hearing a closed universe that’s lost
Perhaps she are they’re only hope
Kibosh a holocaust
You are His chosen common people
To horseshow them there’s a yellow man
Who isn’t a chameleon
Let’s succour Him all he can.





















































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