A Middle English Schey



Sophistication on the tip of your tongue
Love on the tip of your tongue
Enlightenment on the tip of your tongue

Just say it
Not Nike style
But you know what I mean

It will release you
The wind will cleanse your face
A Neutrogena relaxation
A stinging red embarrassment that will fade
Stuck in your veins it does not develop

The coward’s cow released his milk in my bucket
Why can’t you
Opinions surface but so do the drowned

Why does your army uniform hide you in the bushes
I searched for reason but failed miserably

Let go of it and speak
Think of closed eyes at Ashkenaz and speak

For too long the neurons have not connected
Shinny intimidating lip gloss kept you inside

Your freedom was won and now is your time

3 April 2004