I’m Sick Of Doubt

Wow, I’m sick of doubtLive in the light of certainSouthCruel bindingsThe servants have the powerDog-men & their mean womenPulling poor blankets overOur sailorsI’m sick of dour facesStarong at me from the T.V.Tower, I want roses inMy garden bower; dig?Royal babies, rubiesMust now replace abortedStrangers in the mudThese mutants, blood-mealFor the plant that’s plowedThey are waiting […]