Spent my life in a rush
Nearly died in the crush
Broke down, aged twenty three
A victim of insanity
Tag: poetry
Heavy Metal Lyric – 9th May 1989
The galloping horses of impending doom
Are drawing ever closer
The storm clouds of hell
Are looming ever nearer
The virgin pure is kneeling
Trembling at the altar
The vision of death I comprehend
Is becoming ever clearer
Death, blood, sex, satan, alcohol
Spit beaaugh puke aahhh
Poems on this day – 9th May 1989
Ten Men
Ten clever men sat smelling the orchids
Then ten clever men started feeling awkward
When ten clever men – psychiatrists
Examining each other’s peculiar twists
Ten clever men started again
Repeated the session over and over again
Discovered not as clever as had thought
Ten men – a lesson had been taught
Abstract as a Function
World – grows bigger every day
We’ll sink into the sea before I get a say
The sky’s choke on poison we dare not breathe
If I had a chance I’d like to leave
This is abstract around me
Something we can see
Drinking Problem
I have no drinking problems as your scars will show
I have no drinking problems ‘cos I told you so
I can take my drink – I don’t drink much
Drinking problems – I have none as such
You’re the one who has the problems
The black eye, the cigarette burns
Everyone laughs at you
Hell, even I do
I couldn’t do half the things you say
I can’t remember them anyway
Frisby
Throw your frisby to a friend
Repeat it over again
Try and catch it if you will
Throw it back harder still
Poems on this day – 29th April 1989
The Pleasure Game
We do the best we can
To avoid injury and pain
Except for some morons
Who find pleasure in that game
Hit me – if you can
To make you feel a man
Hit me – if you can
To make you feel a better man
Terrified
I’m terrified of losing
It took me this long to realize
The power that you’re using
I can see it in your eyes
How can Iet you go
When I don’t want to let you go
And I do want to let you go
Though I don’t want to let you know
Patriotism
Your patriotism makes me sick
‘Cos you can’t support what you believe
I know you’re wrong – ‘cos I’ve seen better
If I get the chance I think I’ll leave
Cherry – 6th March 1989
My cherry is a sweet
Especially when I see her eat
It knocks me off my feet
This feeling can’t be beat