Marvel at the synchronicity
I was just thinking about elephants
But the cheapest form of miracle
Is, in fact, just coincidence
Tag: poem
Six Condoms – 28th October 1987
I bought six condoms three months ago
But I haven’t used a single one
I’ve met lots of girls who’ve all said no
Maybe I’m doing something wrong
Sexual frustration is taking me over
I just want to find a good damn lover
When I do, I will thank her
But for now, I’m just a little wanker
Screaming Ab-Dabs – 20th October 1987
Walking down the lonely street
Afraid of all the people you’ll meet
Telephone’s ring in an upstairs room
Grey clouds mist over your open wound
The streets are full of foreigners
Faces you don’t understand
Their evil sneers look down on you
You’re on computer scan
Human Error – 6th May 1988
Lazy man being brave
Took a chance to save
Now in purgatory forever
They called it human error
Killed the human race
Never ever saw his face
Just an ordinary fella
Malfunction due to human error
Singy – 7th October 2021
Rob’s singing about his cat again
And I’m trying to sing-a-long
I can’t quite hit the harmony
And I get the lyrics wrong
But the joy is in our hearts
As we’re belting out this song
There’s no difference between us
We are all where we belong
Inspired by listening to Thingy and the genius songwriting of Rob Crow and his songs about his cat Molly.
Poison Tongue – 5th May 1988
Twelve inches long
Talk like a song
Poison tongue
Always right, never wrong
Alway claiming you belong
Poison tongue
A yarn six weeks long
Spoiling someone’s fun
Poison tongue
Games – 4th May 1988
Yes – it’s dark inside your home
There are some games you do not play alone
You know that someone tapped your phone
A feeling of terror is being grown
Come out, come out, wherever you are
Play with me, whoever you are
A Friend – 14th May 1988
I know someone who’s got lots of friends
And you know he’s getting pretty old
And he seems extremely happy
Even though he’s going bald
I hope that when I’m that age
I might have a friend by then
You know I’d be even happier
If I had about ten
Poor Misguided Child – 15th May 1988
Pushed out into this cold world
You did the best you could
Everyone just took advantage
But you knew that they would
Poor misguided child
Wonder why she’s so sad
There’s in a pain in her stomach
Making her feel so bad
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
