LOO CYPHER

 

The cipher in the loo

That was to be answered was this:

Why was it that

Somebody’s secrets be taken from him or her?

The king need it!

The king need it!

Why was there an official secret

And secretaries to keep it?

The king need it!

The king need it!

 

How was the king taken to the loo?

In a procession, no doubt!

What constituted a secret?

Everything secreted including you and me

And infinity which he could not take

And the shit that we carried in our bowels-

Who could do Santash without it?

 

Why were they secrets?

Because everybody had it,

No doubt

And nobody should know.

The secret that was there

Was the shit in and out.

When it came out

There was no more shit or waste.

 

The secrets where the miss- takes

The secret was greed

The secret was everything that Lucifer made for you.

Because king was for loo- cipher

And Lucifer

And for licences and not  with love and sensuousness

And not  with God

And god was for every one

And with everyone

And not just one.

But the king couldn’t see it

The priest couldn’t see it

And would take away the food from every one

And serve it to just one

And became a glutton

Who carried all the shit

And couldn’t take the other

Who deserved his due

And so couldn’t take God.

The god was also in the other

And could only be taken

When the other was taken

And the doors were open

And when everything flowed.

The god was in you and in me

And when you threw the other out

It was the  god in the other  

That was also being thrown

And that couldn’t be!.