Head on your shoulders
When you think, it smoulders
Blade through your skin
Guillotined for your sin
Now I have your head
Held up by your hair
Blood drips on your people
Who see the face of despair
Tag: poem
Billion Dollars – 5th December 1986
What would you do
If you could afford anything?
Would you make sure
That you had everything?
Billion dollars for the billion-dollar man
Still another billion dollars would fit in your hand
Hey Jack – 4th December 1986
Hey Jack, have you seen Sonny?
He’s out of his head and really funny
Hey Jack, did you slip the pill?
Jim’s got the head and an urge to kill
Hey Jack, have you seen Smithy’s face?
He’s freaking out in the fireplace
Hey, tell them to stop it
Jack, you forgot it
Smoke some more
And forget you’re sore
Hey Jack, have you seen yourself?
Jacked up on shit, screaming on the shelf
Organise – 3rd December 1986
This place is in such a mess
A spring clean wouldn’t go a miss
It’s so difficult to find the time
Another day is what my solution is
One day I’ll be surprised
One day I’ll get organised
Batman – 2nd December 1986
Batman and Robin
Ermintrude and Dobbin
Long hair and flares
Some of my favourite pairs
Knife and fork
Mouth and talk
Angela Rippon and news
Some of my favourite twos
Butane – 1st December 1986
Refill your lighter
The spark gets brighter
As the butane gas
Invades your brainy mass
Makes you dumb
Senses numb
Butane ignites the flame
Gas you down inside your brain
8th Nov 2023 – Although I didn’t do it regularly, gulping down lighter gas was a fun high. I never tried sniffing glue though. I’m not sure why but kinda glad I didn’t.
Bambi – 30th November 1986
Skipping through the woods
My dear and me
How I love it
To be with my Bambi
Arrow through the head
My Bambi is dead
Oh deer
Drunk On The Pope’s Blood – 29th November 1986
Drinking up vacant smiles
Thinking up Vatican lies
Speaking through our man
God’s wrestling in the skies
Blood raining on decadent lives
Floods the peasant lust
Drunk on the Pope’s blood
In the streets of ashes and dust
Drinking up vacant smiles
Sinking in Vatican lies
Drunk on the drunk in the drink
The Pope is one of God’s spies
Drown in the bilious sea
Frown at the hideous idiosyncrasy
Drink on the drunk who’s drinking you
Drunk on the Pope’s bloody pleas
Lipstick – 28th November 1986
Smother your lips
With a shade of red
Kiss me and smooch
It’s all over my head
I don’t want your lipstick
Even though you put it on for me
I don’t want your lipstick
Not so personally
Impossible – 27th November 1986
Nothing is impossible
We can achieve
All we have to do
Is really believe
Nothing is impossible
With a little persistence
All we have to do
Is put up a resistance
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