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On the beach
Standard Bearer – 8th December 1988
Self-satisfying, smug in your knowledge
This is the greatest cosmic college
And in the dreamscape where your dreams are dreamt
You are above the carnivorous carnivore’s contempt
The eagles fly as you march by
The standard bearer stares at the sky
Shithouse – 6th December 1988
Hate that dance? I certainly do
Hate that music? So should you
Hate that smile? It winds me up
Hate that smell? keep the door shut
To the shithouse
Acid house, jazz house
Blues house reggae rub-a-dub your blub house
Mmaaannn!
Too Often – 5th December 1988
In happiness, tears are wept
But in sadness, they should not be kept
Too often now we cry too much
When there is no time to touch
Emotionally Unstable – 4th December 1988
Like a catalogue of facts
Set out in a table
You know that by my acts
I am emotionally unstable
Poems on this day – 27th November 1988
Insane Scream Banana
Acid smiling elephant house
Creeping crawling belching mouse
Windy winding smelly toad
Falling laughing humble abode
Insane screaming banana dirt
Melting mountain desperate flirt
Silly stupid pathetic rhyme
Plastic shotgun crocodile line
Miss Lady
Ok Miss lady, you said do it in silence
And I tried my best to keep quiet
Yes Sir but you brought about this violence
And turned everything into a riot
I’m sorry Miss Lady but I can’t help out
It is above and beyond my comprehension
Yes Sir, but you don’t need to shout
You already have my attention
At last it is done …. aaahhh!
Pebbles
You are sat in my armchair
Just the most wonderful teddy-bear
I will get to sleep all right
When I go to bed tonight
Because I can hug you tight
I can turn out the light
Hungry
You get to a stage
A part of the day
When that feeling
Won’t go away
You just can’t explain to me
Why am I always hungry?
All I know is eat, eat, eat
Let’s sit down to a lovely treat
I don’t know what anything means to me
All I know is – I’m hungry
Ugly Bug
On my sideboard
Oh – good Lord
It’s an ugly bug
Round and square
Just balanced there
An ugly bug
Stupid Poor Boy
I’m not very clever
I don’t understand a lot
But I know I’m happy
With what I’ve got
To Drink
To drink and be drunk is very merry
Sit down, relax and watch the telly
To think and be drunk is very silly
You start calling William Willy
To drunk and be drink is very telly
Soft Blow
You came at me from out of the blue
I was always falling for people like you
When you touched me there was nothing I could do
Give me a soft blow and just blow on through
Yuppie
Yuppie – do
Yuppie – dik
Yuppie – li
Yuppie – sick
Yuppie – up
Yuppie – suck
Harry and Mary
You know they were the sweetest pair
Went with each other everywhere
She drank wine and he drank beer
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year
Backache
You can bake me a birthday cake
Take me to a scenic lake
But can you, please, for my sake
Get rid of my backache
Every step I take
I’m not sure I can make
I try to keep it straight
To get rid of my backache
Cursed Earth
Blessed are the victims of puritanical hate
Guardians are wary of those you enter late
Calling to the Cursed Earth looking through the gate
Richest rewards come to those prepared to wait
Bastard Baiters
A call to arms
Now don’t be alarmed
If you catch them all
You can go unharmed
Cast out the waiters
Make them bastard baiters
Better never than later
Make them bastard baiters
No Rhyme, No Reason – 23rd November 1988
I eat junk food
Cos it tastes good
It’s my life blood
Bog Off, Stupid – 22nd November 1988
I always said you never understood me
But you understood that I didn’t care
Why don’t you go away and forget about it
That way you know I’ll never be there
Poems on this day – 17th November 1988
A Scream In Green
Torture forever, in a dream
Hey, will you put back my spleen?
Smother me all over in cheeses and cream
Don’t you understand – it’s so unclean
We must try and face this thing as a team
Don’t be silly, it’s a scream in green
Cranleigh Avenue
Spattered and shattered
Beaten and battered
Walking wounded and walking dead
Someone said follow and we were led
And in the end most of us bled
But then that’s what most of us do
When we walk down Cranleigh Avenue
You, Me and the Stereo – 14th November 1988
Yes you know I’ll always love you
But sometimes other things come first
I think I’ll maybe stay in tonight
But I hope that you don’t feel the worst
Cos I’m gonna be with my stereo
I hope you don’t say cheerio