The dog’s got fleas
So has the cat
Get them a flea collar
Or something like that
If you don’t scratch
Nothing else will
I’m sure this flea
Is out to kill
Tag: poem
Noah’s Slaughterhouse – 19th September 1984
The animals went in two by two
One for me and one for you
Ending as a carcass lying on your plate
Dripping blood, well, no thanks mate
Cos their slaughter is your meat
Your life is their death
Well, life holds much more for me
Cos you can let those animals free
Ten to a pen as the farmers do it again
See what the slaughter is doing to them
Flesh is unnecessary for a healthy life
So take away the murderer’s knife
That rapes the bodies of innocence
Surely, life makes sense?
Their life for your death? An eye for an eye?
Your death is inevitable, but who wants to eat you
Brand these children with a fire made of their bones
Prepare them to face a stun so we can slit their throats
So we can chew at their insides
And then brandish their hides
As fashionable coats
And goats? Fuck the goats!
Regiment – 18th September 1984
Order 55247
No. 257, stand in line
Chest out
And get it right this time
Into the exam we go
Marching at a slow, slow, slow
Got our numbers, rank and name
Now we’ll never be the same
Aid, Not AIDS – 16th September 1984
Treason is the reason
Bleeding is the feeding
Beating is the eating
Shitting is the fitting
Missing is the kissing
Dancing is the romancing
Screwing is the undoing
Lying is the dying
Aid, not AIDS
Gays need support and help from those around
Accept them as a part of life
Don’t drive them underground
Aid, not AIDS
So when shitting is the fitting
Look at whose arse it is coming from
What’s In It For Me? – 15th September 1984
What’s in it for me?
Is that all you ever think about?
Don’t say no cos I’ll only doubt
What’s in it for me?
Your mind is ruled by greed
That’s not what we need
What’s in it for me?
If you ain’t careful you’ll go too far
Finish your life in a sleazy bar
What’s in it for me?
A kick in the teeth
Jack, Queen, King – 14th September 1984
A happy family smiles at you
From your packet of Weetabix
But don’t be fooled by what they do
They know all the tricks
Jack, queen, king
Doesn’t mean a thing
Fun Fun Fun Fun Fun Fun – 13th September 1984
Kiddies play in the street
Fun fun fun fun fun fun
At Halloween – trick or treat
Fun fun fun fun fun fun
Kick the ball into the goal
Fun fun fun fun fun fun
Jump up and down in a hole
Fun fun fun fun fun fun
But they put the boot in
That’s no fun
Make sure you never win
That’s no fun
Take away your pride
That’s no fun
Say you’re sick inside
That’s no fun fun fun fun fun fun fun
I Feel Like Crying – 11th September 1984
Pain is now within the mind of man
For he will spread his evil as far as he can
From the TV tube to the radio news
Blah blah blah – someone’s views
When I see the decay hanging on the wall
Brushed past it all before their fall
It makes me feel like crying
Joy is unheard of as man rises from the tomb
When in reality he is going back to the womb
Life holds nothing for man now
Still, it makes me cry somehow
At The Moment – 10th September 1984
This whole fuckin’ place is one gurt big fuckin’ shithole
At the moment
And unless we change it
It always will be
One gurt big fuckin’ shithole
27th June 2023 – Always looking on the bright side, the angsty teenager
Myra’s Revenge – 9th September 1984
The glass has smashed
Personalities clashed
The knife splits your skin
And dives on in
Myra’s revenge
Pointing the barrel
At the cause of the trouble
Pulling the steel
Producing bullets you can feel
Myra’s revenge
Holding the bomb
Next to her gun
Lights up the fuse
Feel your body abused
Myra’s revenge
The cradle is rocking
The baby is knocking
The matches to the floor
She don’t know what they’re for
So she strikes one
And sees the light
She drops it quickly
When she gets a fright
Now the whole floor’s alight
And the house is burning all night
They were Myra’s matches
She’s a disease everyone catches
Myra’s revenge
