Two gloves, a left and a right.
Only the fool doesn’t get it right.
God is peace. Then a note from Mozart, and a little bit more.
Following the concert, we run home to bed.
No ambiguity and nothing to dread.
Good is nothing. And a little bit more.
Evil is everything. Birthmarks on the whore.
If you had a body like that,
What would I think of your soul?
Everything runs from the world as a whole.
Ignorance leads to irritation, and then attempts to be boss.
Democracy is bitter, bitter about its loss.
This is my republic. No one tells me what to do.
The simplest laws would look good on you.