Sitting at the table
Playing for all you’re able
You’d sell your soul if you could
To pay the price of five-card stud
Wheelers and dealers
Big money appealers
You can win, well, you think you could
All for the game of five-card stud
Tag: poetry
Greed – 12th October 1986
Your fucking greed
Makes me fucking sick
You fucking want everything
Fucking quick
I fucking hate you
You greedy shit
Fucking stay
In your fucking pit
Sit – 11th October 1986
Sit
Good dog
Biscuit
Heel
Good dog
Don’t squeal
Obey
Good dog
Now on your way
Bite
Bad dog
Right
You’ve had it
Dog
The Drummer – 10th October 1986
The drummer beats
To marching feet
Keeps you in time
Keeps you in line
The drummer drums
A bombshell comes
Whistle on alone
Fall from your throne
Leaves – 9th October 1986
Autumn comes
Leaves fall from the trees
Brown and crinkled
Turn another leaf, please
Tranquil – 8th October 1986
Everything dead
Inside your head
There’s no sound
You’re underground
You’re undersized
You’ve been tranquilised
You had your fill
You remain tranquil
Push Button – 7th October 1986
World of automation
Push button sensation
Life in your chair
Rotting without a care
Stagnant brain
Energy drained
Head explodes
As you touch the cathode
The last button that you press
Will put you to rest
Will He? – 6th October 1986
Will he?
Will he?
Will he?
Will he?
Remember me
In his will
He, will he?
Will he?
Will he?
Talk Of – 5th October 1986
Kiss my shadow
Wait by my window
Fall off, talk of
Love if, shove off
Feel my presence
Smell my essence
Your intentions are sound
I’m the talk of the town
Case Of Rejection – 4th October 1986
Express yourself
Reject yourself
No self-respect
Try to forget
Your case of rejection
No intentions
No directions
Lie to your soul
You’ve got no goal
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