Clutches her handbag
Dressed in red
Flowing blonde hair
You turn your head
Money’s exchanged
Words are said
Whore on the corner
In your bed
Tag: poem
The Earth Suck – 13th September 1985
Rising free, phoenix from the ashes
The earth suck, wave crashes
Scream and shout to let it out
The birth fuck, the earth suck
Illegitimate child, element of doubt
Under The Sun – 1st September 1985
Under the sun, I watch everyone
I see that fun that’s going on
I see the time-wasters hanging on
Waiting for something that just won’t come
Under the sun, I see the young
Waiting for the moon to come
Hoping the sun will just move on
So they can have their fun
Under the sun, in a cloudless sky
The earth is now parched and dry
I take a glance at the passers-by
But he’s got the sun in his eye
Under the sun, I watch the decay
Eating the earth away
Under the sun, I sweat away
Under the sun, another day
Evil Has Been Rid – 18th August 1985
Momma shatters glass with her ferocious voice
Dad went crazy and gave her no choice
He flew off the handle and smacked her in the face
Then she disappeared, vanished with a trace
She left the kids behind to face the fist
Dad had another drink, he was getting pissed
Through alcoholic eyes, he saw all his hate
This was his last chance before it was too late
He’s hurting his kids
Through alcoholic mists
Shows them his love
With his feet and fists
Kids are so scared to tell the truth
They know the problems of their father’s youth
Now he takes it out any way he can
Cos he can still hear the cries of his friends in Vietnam
He burns his children with no feeling of regret
The visions of death in war haven’t left him yet
So he turned to drink to try and ease the pain
But those memories have never left his brain
He’s hurting his kids
Through alcoholic mists
Shows them his love
With his feet and fists
No one can help him, can see past those eyes
He can still hear echoes of dying soldiers cries
No one can help the kids, just another child that dies
They can still hear Momma’s shattering cries
Now the kids are dead
The evil has been rid
They locked their daddy up
For the evil that he did
Belgarion – 16th August 1985
Belgarion smother my painted dreams
Open door into the patient’s screams
Smoke rising from the chimney of your destruction
Running riot through the holocaust of corruption
Belgarion haunts the putrid air
Quietly creaking on the hollow stair
Singing sweetly of the life he gives
No questions asked, Belgarion lives
18th Sept 2023 – My mum must have had copies of the David Eddings books from the Belgariad series around, though I don’t recall ever reading them. I did read her Thomas Covenant books though. I was quite proud of myself to have read through those as there were six super thick books.
Billy Boy – 1st August 1985
Oh Billy Boy, you’re so blue
All you ever do is cry
Why can’t you wipe away
That tear from your eye
Oh Billy Boy, you’re so sad
The promises never came true
They bled you of your love
And you never came through
Oh Billy Boy, you’re so down
They treated you as a toy
They broke you, threw you away
Rise from the misery, Billy Boy
18th Sept 2023 – Was I Billy Boy? Trying to inspire myself out of depression?
Belief – 23rd July 1985
You’ve been one year living your beliefs
But now you think that you didn’t achieve
So now you are back to eating meat
You know that’s easy, what a relief
…..for you
So you stuff your face with broken flesh
Now you’re a good boy, do as mummy says
Ghosts of victims screaming, watching you eat
“What about the starving? Don’t they eat meat?”
“Well, it’s a boring diet, just potato and pizza”
While a grain of rice is all some get to eat
“Bollocks to belief, that won’t help me live
I can’t help that much, I’ve got nothing to give”
One by one, the pressure can increase
If we stick together and live our beliefs
“Well, of course, it’s horrible but I really need meat”
But how can you forget those unable to eat
Why should I care? Why should I cry?
I don’t want to see a starving child die
…..for you
Organ Grinder – 20th July 1985
Passers-by
Hear the cry
They don’t mind
To hear the organ grind
The monkey screams
It’s not what it seems
A horrible sound
It had its organs ground
Miss Martini – 9th July 1985
Miss Martini
In your bikini
You know how to tease me
But you still please me
Cos you’re anytime, anyplace, anywhere
18th Sept 2023 – inspired by advertising
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