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Sean Hunt Jul 2017
Now I  have many sisters, and I  have many brothers
And we're all children, of a  childless mother
And we can't complain, ever again
about the wind, or the rain, no never again

We were never born so we can’t complain
about the wind, and the rain

They say my name is Sam, but it's all a sham
Because they gave that name to a motherless man

Maybe you're wondering what it's all about
And maybe you're wondering how I found out

If I don't have a mother then my life's a lie
And it makes me wonder why, 'cause I'll never die

And if I never had a mother then I'll never have a lover,
so now I know I'll never have a lover

Poor old Sam he's a lover-less man
And Sara will be holding another man's hand
He never had a mother so he'll never have a lover
Poor old Sam, he's a lover-less man

He a motherless man, lover-less Sam
Lover-less Sam is a motherless man

Sara's also the child of a childless mother
So Sam and Sara are perfect lovers
because they'll never have a problem with their mothers
They're perfect lovers
because they'll never have a problem with their mothers
They’re perfect lovers
Sean Hunt Jun 2017
I’m running about day and night
Grasping at ghosts in the shadow show

There's no light on the wall where they appear
So the heart skips a beat with fear

There's no one to see, nowhere to go
There's no one to be, there's nobody home

In the ephemeral world of boys and girls
dancing and prancing with banners unfurled

Fiesta of folly, increasing crescendo
A pretension of jolly until the end


Sean Hunt  June 2017
Sean Hunt Jun 2017
I scowled
Then growled
I didn't think I could
Nor did that cat
He ran so fast
Sean Hunt Jun 2017
It's there somewhere
If I tried
I would find it
Sean Hunt Jun 2017
So many Joans of Arc,
abandoned by the monarch
to the forces of economy
capitalistic aristocracy

Mother Theresa
hangs her head in shame
Technology makes politics
a very different game

The council made many moves
placing pieces here and there
The knights and knaves
now ashes in the air

Who won?
The game was no fun
for anyone

              Sean Hunt June 2017
Sean Hunt Jun 2017
The truth is unfurled instantly
in our virtual world
The communal cyber-court
sits in perpetual session


Though the two-edged sword
of technology
sterilizes youth
it smites the system mercilessly


Mother Theresa never factored-in
‘social networking’
This bright light gave us
too good a look at her


               Sean Hunt   June 2017
Sean Hunt Jun 2017
The you that I see
depends on me
The world that I see
depends on me
The me that I see
depends on me
When my mind machine shuts down
the whole wide world
will stop spinning 'round
In this galaxy I thought I saw
a center-piece
The body that I thought I saw
was never really here
All that time
all the freak-outs and the fun
I seemed to be having
never really happened
I never came, I never went
and so I cannot stay
as this was never meant
I am sleepwalking
Though my dream seems real
Now I know the deal
and one day I will awake
with a wisdom that knows
without a doubt
that the world I am in
is like a dream that will end
and fade like a morning mist
like one of many kisses
like the day, like the night
like this verse I have recited

sean hunt  june 2017
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