Something sick is being born
Something sick waiting for release
Something sick inside your skull
Something sick to disturb the peace
We’re all sick of something
Tag: poetry
Anaesthetist – 12th December 1986
Anthology – catalogue of mistakes
Diary of wisdom in which he partakes
When you see the needle don’t be surprised
You’ll like the effects of being anaesthetised
Just another on his knocked-out list
Injected into the world of the anaesthetist
*Who Are These People? – 11th December 1986
Arthur Daley
Bill Haley
Ian Paisley
Who are these people?
Grace Jones
Lord Soames
Jan Leeming
Make me seething
I want to know
Who is John Peel?
David Steel?
Are these people real?
Who is Achilles heel?
Mindreader – 10th December 1986
Divide your brain cells
Into opium atoms
Swirl inside your cardboard box brain
And read the patterns
Screened results on computer printout
Allsorts of liquorice data
Say goodbye to your conscience
Your secrets say they’ll see you later
Hurricane – 9th December 1986
Hurricane Anne
Swirls round and round
Removes everything
From the ground
Hurricane Claire
Whips across the water
Destroys everything
In her slaughter
Hurricane Jane
A hundred miles an hour
Leaves a bloodbath
To show you her power
Silence – 8th December 1986
Screaming suffering silence
Violet violin violence
Naught nasties nauseate
Dead dancers demonstrate
Motivating money museum
People paying premium
Flaunting funny feelings
Haunting hour heavings
Silence suffering screams
Empire State – 7th December 1986
Empire state building in the empire state
Crushing you then rebuilding up the hate
Statue of Liberty in the liberal land
Forget the liberty to keep the upper hand
Grand Canyon in the grandest country
Forget the canyons of debt in your hypocrisy
The Hollywood in your holy hills
Forget the blood of the Indians you killed
The empire state decides your fate
Better get out before it’s too late.
Head – 6th December 1986
Head on your shoulders
When you think, it smoulders
Blade through your skin
Guillotined for your sin
Now I have your head
Held up by your hair
Blood drips on your people
Who see the face of despair
Billion Dollars – 5th December 1986
What would you do
If you could afford anything?
Would you make sure
That you had everything?
Billion dollars for the billion-dollar man
Still another billion dollars would fit in your hand
Hey Jack – 4th December 1986
Hey Jack, have you seen Sonny?
He’s out of his head and really funny
Hey Jack, did you slip the pill?
Jim’s got the head and an urge to kill
Hey Jack, have you seen Smithy’s face?
He’s freaking out in the fireplace
Hey, tell them to stop it
Jack, you forgot it
Smoke some more
And forget you’re sore
Hey Jack, have you seen yourself?
Jacked up on shit, screaming on the shelf
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