We have to twine together like
Love-lorn snakes in our lyrics
And songs so
We can see where it is, why
It is so phoney when other
Sell ourselves the real thing through
The lie of the other one’s voice in our ears though
We don’t speak the same language.
We are the
Intense of the ten and four, that is, the
Fun doesn’t stop until there
Is a full One and no two to be seen with.
No number two.
Trois is the one for you to read, Numero Trois.
Copyright B E Saunders 2016