A hat stand with eyes
Adopted child, no parental ties
Just a fistful of desperate lies
Wrangler jeans with no thighs
A cranky bastard, I surmise
Tag: poem
Stayed In – 2nd May 1988
Where did you get to last night?
I stayed in! Is that all right?
Well, we went out and had a laugh
I stayed in and had a bath
I stayed in and that’s where I’m staying
You – 29th April 1988
Something that you do
You’re just like two and two
Like dumplings and stew
It’s you and only you
You’re one of the lucky few
John Peel – 28th April 1988
From thrash to Zimbabwe
How the bloody hell can he
Play so much shit
And get away with it?
Another Slag – 27th April 1988
Talk to me but no more shit
I’d like to see you but your face don’t fit
I know what you want but you won’t get it
Another slag looking for another hit
She says take me – I’ll throw you away
Someone will have you – just another lay
More than you deserve – that’s what I say
I can see your act – your stupid play
Another slag – another day
No way
Looks Like Hungerford Again – 26th April 1988
Killer on the loose
Six guns in use
He’ll shoot you dead
So his letter said
Here we go again
It’s Hungerford again
Police ill-prepared
No one fuckin’ cared
If he shot himself
Justified everyone else
Yawn – 25th April 1988
I’m tired again
I slept a couple of days ago
Just gotta yawn
Sleep just keeps saying no
In public or home
I gotta perform
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I Feel Ill – 24th April 1988
I feel ill
I feel ill
Eating my tea
Watching telly
I feel ill
I feel ill
Watching operations
And human mutations
I feel ill
I feel ill
*John Otway – Mr C’s, Poole, Dorset, UK – 23rd April 1988
The Time
Are you watching the time?
Oh no, she’s late again
Minutes are ticking by
And it’s pissing down with rain
Know what I mean?
Are you watching the time?
Suburban Bitch – 22nd April 1988
You’ve got it all but you want more
To walk on everyone across the floor
Your life is made, that’s not enough
It’s so easy you gotta make it rough
All your friends you’ll lose
Everyone you will abuse
There’s nothing for you to choose
But you know you can’t refuse
Small offers
From smaller lovers
You’ll be the one who suffers
At the hands of others
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