Yes, the telethon was for a commendable cause
But the whole idea just made me sick
In our hi-tech world it should not be necessary
To ask for more donations from the public
You can call it charity and that’s what makes us give
Because it’s to help less well off people live
So what the fuck is our government for?
Once again, it’s seems to be the rich against the poor
Month: May 1988
Never Happen – 29th May 1988
Why do I look so miserable?
You say it might never happen
Well, how do you know it hasn’t?
Stupid – 26th May 1988
You’re so stupid
You’re so young
You’re so stupid
Just plain dumb
You’re so stupid
But it was fun
So stupid
Being young
Eat Your Toilet – 25th May 1988
I’m going to vacuum up both my cats
I’m gonna drown my yellow plastic ducks
Convert my bedsit into twenty flats
I’ve got my microwave set to self-destruct
And now I’m gonna eat your toilet
Abortion – 24th May 1988
You seem to think you’re so fucked up
You just can’t cope, but you won’t blame yourself
And all this pain you’re feeling
You want to pass onto someone else
How do you think they feel
Now they become your dead kid?
Cos that’s the judgement you make
For the stupid thing that you did
Windows – 23rd May 1988
I’m taking a view of the outside world
Even though it’s not what I want to see
The more I look through my window
I know that’s where I want to be
Asshole – 22nd May 1988
Maybe it’s just the way I say it
Maybe it’s the things I do
I think you’re just an asshole
Cos I’m an asshole too
Slip You A Length – 18th May 1988
Felt my way through a slippery skin
I just had to find my way in
I’ll make you scream and sweat
Hang on in there, I haven’t finished yet
Underneath – 17th May 1988
I look in the mirror
All that I see
It’s just a
Reflection of me
But you
You only see me as a joke
I’m sure underneath
I’m really a nice bloke
Poems on this day – 16th May 1988
I Crawl
I crawled my way through the mess of my day
I crawled by, hey, just to think about yesterday
I crawled by more of those shifting souls
I crawled at last to see your endless goals
Gifted
Gifted I maybe
But I’m not one to boast
I am not your god
This is not my ghost
God gifted me my divine
I just watched the dividing line
I will stand down below
Cos I don’t want your halo
Music-Ha
You say my music sucks
And so you don’t like me
My music is more important than you
That’s my belief
You’d like to judge me
On what I listen to
But I’ll listen to any music
Rather than listen to you
You can run away
Cos I’m on the underground
But honey, listen
Music makes the world go round
That Cloud
A panorama of bricks and mortar
I look up and question why
I can see that cloud
That is my sky
It is shaped like my trouble
Pushing and shoving and wandering by
I can see that cloud that is my sky
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