I want to ride a bumper jumper
And go crashing through your stations
I want to sit in your buffet car
And have sixteen celebrations
I just can’t seem to relax
I feel like a train off the tracks
Tag: poetry
Really Scary – 26th September 1988
Jeez – this world sure frightens me
People especially, they can fuck me up
And when things get really scary
I’m going to need a lot of luck
Poems on this day – 22nd September 1988
I Hate The Kids
I hate the kids, they don’t rule
Fuckin’ kids should be kept at school
Make it my decision when they should leave
Make the kids have to believe
That the world is wrong and I am right
That you have to put up a fight
And when you’re doing something for yourself
Make sure it’s helping someone else
Let Me Down
Don’t you ever let me down
I’m sure I would fall apart
Don’t ever leave me now
Because you would break my heart
Wrong
You know those days
Everything seems to go wrong
The world turns upside down
And you don’t seem to belong
TODAY – FEELS LIKE THAT
Squirrelbait – 20th September 1988
Where did you get your name?
I think you’re insane
I really hate
Squirrelbait
What do you think is your game?
Set your trap and wait
I guess it’s such a shame
To lay your deadly fate
26th Sept 2021 – SquirrelBait were a favourite band at the time, with a peculiar name.
Poems on this day – 19th September 1988
Noisy Bastard Car
Twin carburettor, chocking fumes
Leather seats and furry wheel
Noisy bastard car consumes
More than you can see or feel
Jeez, I’m exhausted
Where’s my money gone?
Now my go-faster stripes
Have come undone
I Had A Feeling
I had a feeling I was on fire
I had a feeling I was burning alive
I wanted someone to put me out
To have a feeling I could survive
Harold Is A Wanker
Harold Bishop is a wanker
Herman Munster is a dick
Bergerac just isn’t funny
Blue Peter just makes me sick
Harold Bishop, we blame you
Cos we know you’ll take the blame
Why bother to watch another episode
When it really is just the same.
Poems on this day – 18th September 1988
Baby Imitation Doll
Baby’s imitation call
On the electoral roll
Sign on the dotted line
Buy me Newcastle-Upon-Tyne
Intimate imitation
Double sister trouble
Imitate automation
Single silver bubble
One Thing Leads To A Mother
Pleasant evening in the company of a friend
Something’s going to start and it may not end
Because when you lay me on the bed
One thing just enters into my head
And mother told me
One thing leads to another
And daddy told you
Be careful with your lover
Ice Cream Mind
Vanilla manilla
Banana Dalai Lama
Artificial insemination
Ice cream mind invasion
My brains have turned into mint choc chip
In a sea of Rum and Raison I sail my ship
Bank Raid
Bank raid air shelter
Johnny said Beta Delta
Gamma ray lucky number
Odds-on could be longer
Flying start car crash
Should be going splish splash
Chances are it can’t be made
Chances are it can’t be made
Chances are it can’t be made
Bank raid
Don’t Watch Your TV Tonight
Tonight there’s a monster on your TV
Ready to jump through the screen
Spewing forth language so obscene
So don’t watch your TV tonight
They said it was reality
But it looked like insanity
A monstrous thing it had become
I wouldn’t want my daughter to marry one
Clever Rob
Clever Rob was well to do
Had been to all the right schools
Should be wed to the best
Cos he was better than the rest
Picked a girl so sweet
Picked her up off her feet
Picked on cos she was weak
Clever Rob doesn’t have to cheat
Poems on this day – 12th September 1988
Pub Lunch
Six sat round a table for one
Trying to see where the pepper has gone
Shall I have salad or maybe some chips
Whatever you eat will give you the shits
Try the speciality or the soup of the day
Thank you very much, that’s ten pound fifty to pay
Each
EACH!
Double Zowie
Said it’s really good
Said it’s really good again
Said it’s mega great
Double zowie, man
Poems on this day – 5th September 1988
Park Bench
Do you remember those drunken nights?
Had to break up your friends having fights
Shaking hands after and sharing another beer
Waiting for your girlfriends to appear
In the summer of ’87
You found what seemed and ideal heaven
When you look back you can feel sad
But remember all the good times you had
Religious Experience
Do I need your belief
To make me a good man?
Can I have your opinion
Just like your followers can?
Don’t give me blatant untruths
You cannot force something like faith
It should come from within yourself
A religious experience on my own terms
Not the ideas of someone else
From experience one learns
Green
Green in a greeny sort of way
Very tempting or so some might say
Funny how it came about
Just came from inside out
Poems on this day – 8th August 1988
The Waitress
The waitress, the one who doesn’t know her cheeses
Just does everything as she pleases
Serves the tea at half past three
Talks to you for the company
Got no friends cos she spilt the tray
Says she doesn’t need the money
Load Of Old
It’s like a jungle
In my mind
It’s a jumble
Hard to find
Talk, don’t mumble
Speaking blind
Just like my uncle
Don’t be unkind
It’s such a muddle
Poems on this day – 4th August 1988
Nurse In Hospital Corridor
Try to ignore the patient’s screams
Try to ignore the patient’s screams
Try to ignore the patient’s screams
Just get on with your job
Just get on with your job
Just get on with your job
Pig’s Liver
Even if it meant I would die
I wouldn’t put a pig’s liver in my body
That’s just Frankenstein
Cos a pig must die for me to stay alive – just ain’t right
Now, what’s for tea tonight?
Dumbfucks
Thursday night – 7pm
Top of the Pops is on again
Number one is sixteen years old
Too stupid to be jealous
Watch the dumbfucks
Singin’
Like A Virgin
Presenters 20 years too late
But it’s OK cos the show is great
After all this thing still sells
And there’s still plenty of people willing to buy
Watch the dumbfucks
Waitin’
For a flash of Kylie’s knickers
Wrestling Maids
Get ahead, get a job
Get off your butt you lazy slob
Plenty of people wrestling maids
Got no job nut got ahead
Lazy slob stays in bed
Plenty of people wrestling maids
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