Wednesday 22 January 2014

Exegesis Hermeneutic.






She stopped going to bed at night,
She stopped listening to music,
She concentrated on her cat,
Exegesis Hermeneutic.

She sat in front of infoscreens,
But nothing therapeutic,
Nothing could come close to
Exegesis Hermeneutic.

She washed less frequently,
She lost weight, she lost Jesus,
But never lost her cat,
Fat old Exegesis.

Exegesis Hermeneutic,
Exegesis Hermeneutic,
Kept alive by Lunatic,
Exegesis Hermeneutic.

It all happened so suddenly,
Her patience crumbled with her reason,
Both fell to many pieces
When she strangled all the air from her,
Poor old Exegesis.

Exegesis Hermeneutic,
Exegesis Hermeneutic,
Murdered by her Solipsist,
Exegesis Hermeneutic.

She stopped going to bed at night,
Sat static in her faeces,
To concentrate on ragged rug,
Where once sat Exegesis,
Poor old Exegesis,
Poor old Exegesis,
And poor old Mrs Solipsist,
Who sat rotting in her faeces.







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