20 Scholars

20 scholars convene
To discuss what is left
And what the rest of it means

20 housewives will sit
And they will stew in their shit
While their husbands discuss what is not to be known

Oh

These men and their wives
Though separate by time
Will sit quietly and hope that the seeds they've sown

Will grow great colored blossoms
And bear bountiful fruit
As if they have a choice if their seeds take root

Oh

Beautiful ladies
All tapping their toes
And they're hoping that maybe this is not how the story goes

And it goes
Like a wave of tar enveloping my lungs
And I go
And I'll stare until my eyes burn up the sun

20 scholars decide
That the time is not right
So they leave and their meeting has been adjourned

They walk home in the rain
Through the piss and decay
Where they will quietly weep and make love to their wives

Oh



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Writer(s): Radio Macbeth
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