Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....3 Dark Sonnets. No. 1.... YAZOO!
Can U YAZOO the Yazoo, can U boogaloo dah BOOGALOO or tell me where, YES! Your YESTERDAY, stuck in an office, waylaid on a factory floor, encumbered by paperwork, certificates of LADEN, documents, triple-signed to ever more, like the pressed leaves in your NOW daughters colouring book, a future Diarist, Puberty, sexual liaisons with the local boys. Yet NOBODY knows how to YAZOO the Yazoo...better than U.
Can U play Fife and Drum, tap your feet, a MORRIS MAN, Salute, pontificate, HOW-d those GERMANS, from what INSIDIOUS Culture... whistle DIXIE and send their TEENAGERS off to TWO WORLD WARS... ever repeating, TOMORROW-s shores, Kremlin, Gooks-ville, Yo! No P.C.! The Muslim DALTONS, Jews off the Reservation, and a Pied Piper to lead them ALL into the Hell of their making, whilst planet EARTH, for now, slumbers still...to the sound of Man-s YAZOO!
Can U YAZOO the YAZOO with the FUCKER who lives....next door to U..... Better still. Can U quit Blowing...
c2018,davedelacroix,ourmanineurope. I-m seriously depressed. Will SAVE the other Sonnets for another time.
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