sod the world

we talk of making risk
and the world buggers up at us

well it can sod off

i want to make risk & you
to love ecstatic you

i’ll let you curse me as man
yet need me as man anyhow

i want to lie you down
and burn you whispers

i’ll sleep you wake you kiss you
and hap you the day

be mine
& sod the world

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