Ooo! You set my hair on fire
Dancing like a real live wire
Moonwalking across this stage you’ve set
I reckon the people deserve what they get
Maybe Mike is smarter than you thought
Think of all the records you’ve bought
And surely it is you who is mad
Everyone knows a good boy is sometimes BAD
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Poems on this day – 18th July 1988
Get Fit
Pump that iron
Watch your muscles grow
Pump that iron
Keep up the flow
Pump it hard
Eat ten salads a day
Pump it hard
Get fit straight away
Walking across the dunes
Ten girls on each arm
More muscles than brains
Never did you any harm
In Love Again
I said next time it wouldn’t happen
I wouldn’t make that mistake twice
Oh shit, I’ve fallen in love again
What the hell, it feels so nice
Sects
Instinct – just insects
Bugs – being rejects
Seeing something bad
A broken toy – so sad
Seclusion – mind reflects
Illusion? Curiosity inspects
Seeing something bad
Sects mad, sects mad
Causing A Scene – 15th July 1988
This could be the chance of a lifetime
But the feelings in our hearts just don’t seem to rhyme
Too much hypocrisy, not enough respect
We’re all individuals, it’s that we seem to forget
How can we push against the tide
When we’re preoccupied with pride?
Don’t you think it’s time we really tried
And put our self-righteousness aside
Too many people are just too content
To put time aside and try to prevent
The feelings that are in their hearts
That keeps you and me apart
Why do we idly threat and pass that cold stare
Isn’t it time that we were all aware
All these different sects just have to be
On the whole, we could all agree
All I’m trying to do is cause a scene
Bringing reality into my dream
Inducing energy into the core
Making it even better than it was before
Poles – 10th July 1988
You know Polo’s are just full of holes
Shoes are shit if they haven’t got soles
Death comes for whom the bell tolls
But where do pole vaulters keep their poles?
Golden Oldies – 28th June 1988
You laugh at your boss
When he winces at the radio
You think he’s just so old
Cos he enjoys the golden oldies show
One day, you too will be old
And your kids will laugh at you
And when you hear the golden oldies
Will you be able to laugh too?
Parents – 27th June 1988
Got to be in by ten o’clock
Say you’re prayers before you go to bed
Daddy will come and tuck you in
Eighteen years old without a thought in her head
Wash your hands before you eat
What’s he doing in your room?
I don’t like the look in his eyes
You’ll have to finish with him and soon
Parents – who’d have them?
Worship – 23rd June 1988
A woman’s body is to be worshipped
Cos her mind is nothing but confusion
If a girl is sensible and sexual
It’s probably just an illusion
Means To An End – 20th June 1988
Turning in circles like a spinning wheel
Nothing around the corner for you to touch or feel
Ain’t got no friends from whom you can steal
No pat on the head, you’re just a dog to heel
No way out, it’s too late
Just let go and feel the hate
No way out, it’s too late
Just let go (is what you should’ve done)
No meaning in the end
Jump in, come along for the ride
Jump in and come along for the ride
Return ticket to what you feel inside
Just who cares if another one’s died
Ain’t no point in suicide
Poems on this day – 19th June 1988
Drink To Forget
You were just too damn clever
I drink to forget
Now I can’t remember
What I’m trying to forget
Whenever
Ginseng Lover
One day I’ll be at peace
Before I go to pieces
All my pain will disappear
Bodily function ceases
No cause for alarm
Ginseng lover
You’re walking my way
Might as well kick it over
What Are Friends For?
What are friends for?
When your parents are away
And you party all night and day
They’re going to smash up your place
That’s what friends are for
If there’s a secret
Don’t ask a friend to keep it
All rumours are bullshit
That’s what friends are for
A Pile Of Stones
Who would think that
A pile of stones
Could cause all this trouble
Police presence double
This year no Glastonbury
Weather forecast sunny
If only ancient man could see
He’d find it really funny
June twenty first
Eighty eight
Could be last and worst
And just too late
Peachy Keen
Hi, my name is Peachy Keen
I am this year’s carnival queen
You can enter into my dream
If you ever run out of steam
Poems on this day – 17th June 1988
Seagulls
Yes, it’s dark at night
Left and wrong aren’t right
Shit will turn to shite
But seagulls are always white
Q-Ball
There are masters
And they have slaves
The majority is always wrong
The minority’s making waves
The q-ball is always the last on the table
More Shelves For Junk
This is a rare collector’s item
I must have this for my shelf
Don’t let my junk collect on the floor
Else I wouldn’t get through the door
But I need more shelves
More shelves for junk
Holes
Elastic holes
Turn it upside down
And inside out
Plastic holes
Some are square
Or roundabout
Stretch your imagination
Plug those holes
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