Rebel Angel in Quest of Moral Compass by Nick Cooke

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Bugger buggery buggeration

I have lost me m.c.

………………somewhere in the cracks of time

and tomorrow morning I will be called

…..to account for me possessions

…..and when I’m forced to admit me lapse

………………as the rules stand I could be ejected

on the spot, cast out like

……………………………………….that fallen angel who might soon be

me new guvnor if I don’t watch

……me step

I half suspect

…..someone nabbed it

……….while I slept

……………..someone in His pay

trouble is

…..without the fucker itself

the will to track it down

………gradually recedes

it’s a kind of vicious circle

…………that’s pretty bloody vicious

you start to be glad

….your m.c.’s gone

……….you feel a freedom

wasn’t there before

*

Bastard bastardy bastardisation

I’m out on me ear

………………………St Peter was mortified

by me attitude and choice of…

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