You are poxy You are a poseur I don’t like you And I won’t, no You are poxy Everyone hates you You are poxy I can’t wait til Someone kills you You are poxy You are a show-off I don’t like you And I’ve had enough Of you are poxy You are poxy Poxy poxy
13th May 2023 – ‘You’ in this case was the world – fuck ’em! I was definitely in a bad mood. Maybe I still am.
Spraying on deodorant, splashing on Brut 33 You must be a man, you must be a man Not like me Never consider wearing makeup That’s for girls you know But it’s what you’ve been told, it makes you so bold You must be a man, you must be a man You must be normal, not like I am Suave and sophisticated, cool and dedicated Manly and handsome, holding girls to ransom Keep up your image and comb your hair You look so false but I don’t care Cos it’s your fault that I don’t like you And many people are going off you too The smell is overpowering Getting up my nose And the tumour gets bigger As the cancer grows
12th May 2023 – I found the advertising to the sexual archetypes nauseating. I couldn’t understand why what you wore, looked like, smelled like etc was more important than your behaviour and the way you treated people (not that I was any good at that either!).
You’re at the altar Just about to marry You worship Hari Krishna Committing harikari
11th May 2023 – Until I was about 25 I swore I wouldn’t marry. Since then I’ve been married three times and although love was involved in all of them they were essentially just to get visas. One for me to stay in Australia and the second and third for my wives to stay in Australia.
I’ll lose my patience You’re trying me I’ll have to take stringent action You’ll see “Quiet, you lot of rabble Or else you’ll be in deep trouble” ‘Patience, sir, is a fuckin’ virtue’ “Just shut up or I’ll fuckin’ hurt you”
8th May 2023 – I think this would have also been inspired by Mr Hayward who often made useless threats to us students. We did surely test his patience in every class. It was totally a game to us.
You got no brains You lie to me Never tell the truth You’re blinding me You’re rubbish You’re scum You’re useless Shit on my bum
7th May 2023 – I was always upset with someone I thought was my friend but never thought about whether I was being a good friend. A typical selfish teen.
Paddy paddy paddy wagon Take you to the nick Paddy paddy paddy wagon Do just the trick Arrested from all hope At last night’s do It was a fun party Til the coppers joined in too
7th May 2023 – This possibly connects to a great party at someone’s house in Colehill. I think it was someone I vaguely knew from a year or two below me in school. It was fun for a while, a big house with lots of rooms to discover, parents away. But it got boring watching the trendy kids dance to mind-numbing disco crap so I went around to find rooms empty of people and started stealing little bits and pieces that might go unnoticed for a while. As I got more into it though I started taking more. The next day I heard that the police had been called to come and investigate and I waited at home wondering if I would get arrested. Nothing came of it in the end though. My apologies to any of the kids that I may have traumatised.
Tracy is lovely But demonic in her lust She has lost all my hope Cos of her chronic trust
7th May 2023 – I don’t remember who this Tracy was but I was obviously upset about her sexual aggressiveness that made her less attractive to me. And, of course, all this could’ve been just in my head.
Feeling really mad But you’re not insane You drive yourself madder Til you lose your brain Think again about going mad The end result could be bad You don’t intend to lose your brain But in the end, you go insane
Outside the door, inside my mind Feeding the poor, curing the blind
No more starvation, only elation No more whores, no more wars
Outside the door, inside my head Killing no more, there’s no dead
No more stealing, sounds appealing No more beating, now everyone’s eating
But it’s outside the door, on the other side So we’re still poor, and the people have died We must unlock the door and open it wide To recognise the truth from the lies