A Good Egg

Gospel morning

All's calm

The winning egg grows glorious on her throne

While the ladies in waiting 

overthink and overdrink

The world made of men

And so many of them 

uncourageous 

It can make a woman feel

God didn't put her parts right together

 

But the Queen is calm

Sailing smoothly

The figurehead razoring through the brine

 

Girls on deck

Winding and unwinding rope

Swabbing and scrubbing

Think about your problems later, calls the Queen

Sit down and have a good, proper think:

but later.

 

Right now the salt air fills our lungs

and there is no earth beneath our feet

Just the sea, defying gravity,

swallowing shorelines

No ruler but the one

who changes- as we change- and I 

am headed 

straight on

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