Skipping through the woods
My dear and me
How I love it
To be with my Bambi
Arrow through the head
My Bambi is dead
Oh deer
Month: November 1986
Drunk On The Pope’s Blood – 29th November 1986
Drinking up vacant smiles
Thinking up Vatican lies
Speaking through our man
God’s wrestling in the skies
Blood raining on decadent lives
Floods the peasant lust
Drunk on the Pope’s blood
In the streets of ashes and dust
Drinking up vacant smiles
Sinking in Vatican lies
Drunk on the drunk in the drink
The Pope is one of God’s spies
Drown in the bilious sea
Frown at the hideous idiosyncrasy
Drink on the drunk who’s drinking you
Drunk on the Pope’s bloody pleas
Lipstick – 28th November 1986
Smother your lips
With a shade of red
Kiss me and smooch
It’s all over my head
I don’t want your lipstick
Even though you put it on for me
I don’t want your lipstick
Not so personally
Impossible – 27th November 1986
Nothing is impossible
We can achieve
All we have to do
Is really believe
Nothing is impossible
With a little persistence
All we have to do
Is put up a resistance
Two Year Old Gymnast – 26th November 1986
Gymnasts are so young
It makes you think, what’s going on?
What have your children done?
They’re run out at twenty-one
Calorie – 25th November 1986
Calorie, you are so sweet
I think about you when I eat
I’m so fat, I can’t see my feet
Cos calorie, you’re such a treat
Intruder – 24th November 1986
Rummage through your possessions with aggression
The intruder’s come to teach you a lesson
You should get your old alarm fixed
Cos in the morning everything’s been nicked
The Sixty-Four-Thousand Dollar Question – 23rd November 1986
What is after life?
Do I really exist?
Why do these problems
Always persist?
What is our function?
Why am I here?
What is it really
That makes me fear
The sixty-four-thousand dollar question?
Stranded – 22nd November 1986
In isolation, I stand
I hold no one’s hand
I don’t wish to get away
I think I’d rather stay
Stranded and alone
My body as my home
I’ll just stay stranded
And remain singlehanded
E Numbers – 21st November 1986
Be my E-number
I want to eat you
Be of no
Nutritional value
Be my E
Four two two
You taste nice
But I don’t know what to do
Be my E-number
Inside my tummy
Be my E-number
Cos you taste so yummy
Be my E
Four nine one
I love the taste of you
On my tongue
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