Tag: poetry
Nazi punks are full of shit
*Hypocrite – 1st April 1985
The nationwide hypocritical scam
Jumps up and down my throat
The dark and sinister scram
Carrying guns and tote
Them at hypocrites
Piece in the puzzle
The picture fits
Take off your muzzle
The Week That Was
Record of the week: Husker Du – New Day Rising LP, Stupids – Violent Nun 7″
1st April 1985
Worked 4 hours overtime. 8.30-8.45 Merley. Sent off for Zen Arcade etc.
2nd April 1985
Started at factory in Wimborne.
3rd April 1985
Youth Club had Word and Action but cost 50p. So 13 of us decided not to go – pissed around for a good long while instead.
4th April 1985
Only work half the day cos of weather and circumstances. Saw PA for £65 but no one in Atrox was interested. Boring cunts.
5th April 1985
Day off. Went to Wimborne.
6th April 1985
Got drunk unfortunately but met some decent kids. IN THE EAR.
7th April 1985
Started Atrox stuff for Piwi.
Believe It Or Not – 31st March 1985
Belief
Believe in me
Relief
Relief in me
Believe it or not
I’d rather stay away
God is in my head
I must obey
Shout at me, vicar
Tell me what to do
It’s so easy to follow
I know I’ll get through
Servants
Serve me
God
Don’t deserve me
Tyrant Lizard King – 30th March 1985
Roaming the earth
Dead since birth
You’ve got the sting
Tyrant lizard king
Rapes and pillages
All human villages
Doesn’t give anything
Tyrant lizard king
The sting in the tail
Makes you hail
Tyrant lizard king
And the hate you bring
12th Sept 2023 – I must’ve heard the phrase Lizard King somewhere but never connected it with Jim Morrison. It would be later that I heard and came to hate the Doors. At the same time, I must have been reading back issues of 2000AD and the story Flesh that featured the Tyrant Lizard and inspired this piece.
Dangling Carrot – 29th March 1985
The carrot dangles in front of the donkey
It stares at it mesmerised, imagining the taste
I ate the carrot, the donkey kicked me
I was sick on the floor, what a waste
Schizo – 28th March 1985
Schizo shyster
Good boy
Bad man
Plodding hypster
I can’t
I can
Schizo
Meeting
Someone else
Schizo
In love
Marries himself
Loose Ends – 27th March 1985
You know we’re hanging on to loose ends
We both want to hang on to them
Still, we can’t really touch each other
Pulling at loose ends yet again
My rope is fraying
Tonight I’m praying
Hold on tight
Loose ends – together – tonight
Cookie Crumbles – 26th March 1985
People put you down
Ain’t nothing you can do about it
You’ve got something you want
Then you have to do without it
That’s the way the cookie crumbles
People wind you up
Rubbing you up the wrong way
They make you feel so small
There’s nothing you can say
That’s the way
The cookie crumbles
Broken today
Cookie crumbles
Cookie crumbling
Tiny bits
Life crumbling
Into the pits
*Mother – 25th March 1985
Mother, you’re so good to me
I’m just how you wanted me
Mother how I love you so
It would break my heart to go
Mother, you are such a pain
I never want to see you again
Mother how I hate you so
I think I’ll just fuck off and go
Goodbye Mum
The Week That Was
Record of the week: Peter Gabriel – The Intruder/No Self Control/Games Without Frontiers/Biko, Husker Du – Data Control/New Day Rising LP, VA – PEACE comp, Conflict 7″
25th March 1985
Started at Corfe Mullen. Worked alone.
27th March 1985
Went to Y.C. Possibly set up Young Band competition.
28th March 1985
Got £34 off Mr Ashby. Got £34 off DHSS.
29th March 1985
Finished at Corfe Mullen. Lady game me mirror and Peter Gabriel tape. Went to Y.C.
30th March 1985
Spent £5. Put £10 in Building Society.
31st March 1985
Went up Uddens. Had a good laugh on rhododendrons. Bust my wrist though.
Rizla Paper – 24th March 1985
Rizla paper – much too short
Rizla paper – burns too quick
Rizla paper – much too slim
Rizla paper – much too thick
Rizla paper – liquorice taste
Rizla paper – but tobacco, nowt
Rizla paper – goes to waste
Rizla paper – I’ve run out
