Tag: poetry
Please Don’t Kill My Queen – 21st February 1989
If I thought you would understand what I mean
I wish that everything had remained a dream
A nightmare it has become to seem
Just please don’t kill my queen
I Don’t Wanna – 11th February 1989
I don’t wanna be like you
I just want to be with you
You make me feel like something new
In The Car – 19th January 1989
Guess what I found in the car
It was a two-year-old chocolate bar
Melted in the heat, under your feet
So I picked it up and threw it in the street
A young lad came along
And sensing nothing wrong
Picked up the bar from where I threw it
And quite innocently began to chew it
Little did he know, as he ate
That a fungus had developed of late
And this began to make him feel great
But also left him in a state
The lesson is of course – always eat off a plate
Blot Test – 18th January 1989
Squashed butterfly
Mashed potato
Am I Mad?
Is this NATO?
I can see quite clearly
There, there stands the figure of death
And he is waiting for me
Fantastic Ocean – 17th January 1989
You wave as the steamer deserts me
Thinking about you only hurts me
The sun is tingling from the fantastic sky
Wishing you the best as we say goodbye
In Captivity – 16th January 1989
Behind the bars, the monkeys schemed
Forming a plan we’d never dreamed
To take over the human race
And put us in their former place
Mystery Clouds – 13th January 1989
The mystery clouds are descending
Around the hoverman
Bouncing ’round the window
Clean with a steam
Just in time for Mr Dream
Sick of it?
You’ll need a stick for it
To make it stick
Hoverman has no problem with the mystery clouds
He just thinks them out loud
And falls down proud
On The Beach – 10th January 1989
On the beach
The procession proceeds into recession
The oppressor’s aggression
Had good intention
On the beach
The clowns roll around the dunes
To the invisible trumpeter’s tunes
Poems on this day – 24th December 1988
Sun’s Coming Out
In my, day of reckoning
The executioner will stand tall
Before he pulls the lever
To let my body fall
The storm will drop to a distance
And leave my justice in doubt
A hooded figure will step forward
And raise a vociferous shout
Too late to save me from my fate
In front of all the town
At least they will remember me
As the sun came beating down
Geezers and Lads
Wolf whistle! The girl walks by
Pop in the pub for four or five
Me – I can drink ten
Well? Go on then
I’m so hard, I’m so cool
If I want – I’ll call you a fool
If I want? What do I want?
And who’s fucking who?
I treat girls right
I fuck all night
Well I can fuck all day
Oh..Okay
Pum-de-dum
On the fortieth day of Christmas
My love fell in a hole
At first she was so tiny
And now she stands so cold
The tarmac covered up the sun
Pum-de-dum-de-dum-de-dum
Luckily nothing was going on
I went home and wrote this song
Bad Breath
Bad breath stinks
Bad breath stinks
Bad breath stinks
Curry, prunes, wheat and beans
Fart, fart, fart, fart – please
Bad breath stinks
Bad breath stinks
Actress
The neon mirror glows like an aura
Men muscle in before the performance is over
As you adjust your set, she adjusts her face
A performance so full that you could embrace
My Idea
That was my idea
I had it first
Mine was good
But yours is worse
I’m better I am great
You’re just out of date
I’m better I am great
You’re just two years too late
If God
If God was a girl
It would be a different world
If God was a clown
No one would feel down
If God was a ruler
He’d keep us straight
If God was God
He’d be my mate
Meths
Where’s your spirit?…hic
I think I’m gonna be … beeurrgh
Just passed my meths exam
Drunk all that I can
Lost the use of my hands
Too much abuse and too many sins
Meths makes me happy
Meths keeps me sane
Meths makes a meal
of my methylated brains
Gee, Whiz
Sped past the happy crowds
Just to be by your side
Wanna be the first to congratulate you
So happy that you died
Gee, thanks
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