I’d sit in the pub but there are no seats
I’d count seven days but it would be a couple of weeks
I’d come and see you if I knew who you were
I’d act like a dog but like a cat, I’d purr
I’d tell you what I wanted if I knew what it was
Even if I knew I’d tell you because
Because
I’d sit in pubs…..
Tag: poetry
Born Screaming – 12th February 1988
We are delivered screaming from the womb
From then on we are given very little room
If you try to make some, they point their fingers of blame
We are born screaming and we will die the same
25 Dead In Crash – 10th February 1988
I heard this story on the news today
25 dead in a crash on the motorway
The cars just piled up one on one on one
Down the inside lane over a mile long
And mummy said – call me when you arrive
That was the last time she ever saw her son alive
25 dead in crash
Donate your cash
25 dead in crash
Donate your cash
“My wife died – she was so young
Was so pretty and full of fun
So I’ll take any money you want to give
Now at last is my chance to live
Sorry, you know I didn’t mean it
Give me money – every little bit!”
25 dead in crash
Let’s crash for cash
On Fire – 9th February 1988
The telephone is flaming hot
Just like my desire
I really want to call you up
And set your heart on fire
A Problem With People – 8th February 1988
You show me your friends
But they don’t make me laugh
Next time that you come on round
I’ll make sure that I’m in the bath
I’ve got this problem with people – I hate them
I’m so alone in this desperate world
I really would like to find myself a girl
But when I talk to them they just make me sick
They may be pretty but also stupid and thick
I’ve got this problem with people – haven’t I?
Bit Bitter – 7th February 1988
When I walk down the crowded street
I see people and I feel better
They said revenge isn’t sweet
But I don’t feel the slightest bit bitter
Here He Comes Again – 5th February 1988
He walked into the bar like he owned the place
Everyone turned, drawn to his magnetic face
His hair was bedraggled by the rain
I heard someone whisper ‘Look out, here he comes again.’
Tornado – 3rd February 1988
You hit me with your mighty power
You made the buildings of my heart crumble and cower
You left me alone in a torrential storm
I watched in horror at your dancing form
You swept me off my feet on that rainy day
But the sun shines now that you’ve gone away
Being Brave – 2nd February 1988
There’s something about being brave
When you’re in their hands, you are their slave
There’s someone telling you that you must behave
When your life is the thing that you must save
And when revenge is the only thing that you crave
I tell you there’s something about being brave
Alcohol Frenzy – 1st February 1988
Weekend’s coming but who needs an excuse?
I’ll do anything to help my alcohol abuse
Cans or glasses, anything will do
I’m gonna drink until I spew
And when tomorrow comes I’ll start again
I just want to feel you inside my brain
Alcohol frenzy – let’s get real gone
Alcohol frenzy – session on
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