The ghost of mother Theresa

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The ghost of mother Theresa

Yesterday, I met the shadow of Mother Theresa.
Whom had come home after leaving her past behind.
Busying her mouth. Telling friends her stories.
Of how she went away to set the world to her mind.
In her normal way of meddling and fixing other people's lives.
She's a lover, a brother and a full-time mother.
Her stance is so twee and trite.
There is not a corner of her, where the future is not bright.

If only that were the right picture.
If only that were the right picture.
Said the ghost of mother Theresa.

After a mundane life of indifferent existence.
A yearning to augment her testimony.
She thought she could make a difference.
By helping the poor.
She took flight.
Just like Geldof and Bono.
With their anger on global poverty policy.
Governments sighed, 'Oh no!'
When she landed on their third world territories.

If only that were the right picture.
If only that were the right picture.
Said the ghost of mother Theresa.

While waving her finger, in anger and getting hot and bothered.
She turned darkened places from black to white.
Putting money in pockets.
Relentlessly finding and annhilating illness.
She thought people said she was the pig that could fly.
In truth, they swore 'Strewth!'
As panic hit the streets.
Derived by her maladjusted meddling ways.
She became bewildered as to why their masses ran from her so fast.
Their worried fear-filled faces.
Displayed more than concern about her deluded story treats.
As they wish, she was a ghost from the past.

If only that were the right picture.
If only that were the right picture.
Said the ghost of mother Theresa.

Yesterday I met the ghost of mother Theresa.
She had become fed up with her fake shadow.
Floating over her head.
Hung up about her blackened halo.
Procrastinating these are the words she said.
'You see that shadow above me that follows.
It's not fit for purpose of the devils pillows.
Even if, the sun were to shine from her backside.
I say this, not with malice.
Nevertheless, with sincerity in earnest.
One day the lie of her life will creep up upon her.
Then there will be no place for her to run and hide.
If only that were the right picture.
If only that were the right picture...'
 

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