I’m going to vacuum up both my cats
I’m gonna drown my yellow plastic ducks
Convert my bedsit into twenty flats
I’ve got my microwave set to self-destruct
And now I’m gonna eat your toilet
Tag: poem
Abortion – 24th May 1988
You seem to think you’re so fucked up
You just can’t cope, but you won’t blame yourself
And all this pain you’re feeling
You want to pass onto someone else
How do you think they feel
Now they become your dead kid?
Cos that’s the judgement you make
For the stupid thing that you did
Windows – 23rd May 1988
I’m taking a view of the outside world
Even though it’s not what I want to see
The more I look through my window
I know that’s where I want to be
Asshole – 22nd May 1988
Maybe it’s just the way I say it
Maybe it’s the things I do
I think you’re just an asshole
Cos I’m an asshole too
Slip You A Length – 18th May 1988
Felt my way through a slippery skin
I just had to find my way in
I’ll make you scream and sweat
Hang on in there, I haven’t finished yet
Underneath – 17th May 1988
I look in the mirror
All that I see
It’s just a
Reflection of me
But you
You only see me as a joke
I’m sure underneath
I’m really a nice bloke
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
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
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
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