Please Don’t Kill My Queen
If I thought you would understand what I mean
I wish that everything had remained a dream
A nightmare it has become to seem
Just please don’t kill my queen
Body Song
My body should dance with joy
But I sense there’s something wrong
Parts of me aren’t singing
The same tune as the body song
The Worrier
The worrier died early in life
Left two children and a lovely wife
Maybe if he hadn’t worried so much
He’d still be here to touch
Cancer
Carcrash
Disaster
Disease
Murder
Is life even worth the bother?
Ken
Big Ken
Little Ken
Liked
Silly men
Looked like
Silly men
Still Ken
Will Ken
Kill Ken
And when?
11 o’clock
Meet you in town tomorrow
Have to get some money to borrow
Be there when I am
11 o’clock outside Oxfam