♀ From the wonderous mind of Rory McBee ♀ Words, rhymes and reflections from the poet within. An intimate portrait of mind, body and soul through lyrics, prose and psychography. Warning: you will be touched.
Thursday, 7 March 2013
Oh, Lucre
For without we sink An audial abyss That which doesn't attract Fails in its reap And ho-ho how low We who doth preach Nobody hears the band Nobody hears the band Oh, lucre
