This is one the bible got wrong If there wasn’t a bible I couldn’t write this song If there were no lies, if there were no rules If there were no politics, if there were no schools The world would be bliss and I would shut up An eye for an eye – we’re all gonna die
21st May 2023 – Is ‘an eye for an eye’ from the bible? I thought it was but I was reading Sapiens by Yuval Noah Hariri yesterday where he mentions Hammurabi and the laws of the time (1770 BC or thereabouts) and I guess they were parts of societal rules of the time that were passed on down. Is ‘an eye for an eye’ good? Things have obviously changed over time so which is right?
Don’t wanna watch The Sound of Music Cos real horror makes me sick
Living zombies of blood and gore A schizophrenic rotten to the core Coming after you with a Texas chainsaw All the kids shout ‘We want more’
A mad axe killer on your TV A family film for all to see His guts squirming from his belly Falling out like fresh set jelly
Oh no they’ve raided the local shop They’ve put our fetish to a stop There’s no place that ain’t had the chop No more films! Over the top!
I need to see blood so I walk the street Hammer raised ready for someone to beat Poke out their eyes and cut off their feet This horror nasty is really neat
Don’t wanna do the sounds of music Cos real horror makes me sick
Killer bee stings me Rash comes up very nasty Going to town but I’m going crazy Sit back and die, too lazy Nasty me, lazy crazy
20th May 2023 – I’ve only ever been stung by bees one time as I was walking off the paths in the woods at the common near home. I knew almost every inch of the woods, paths, bracken and streams. I didn’t notice these bees though and I don’t know if I did anything to upset them without knowing but I suddenly noticed them buzzing around and then felt two stings on my arms under my shirt which I immediately ripped off. My white school shirt. Why do I remember that detail? Anyway, it wasn’t a pleasant experience and possibly inspired this poem. I’ve since been bitten and stung by a host of other nasties but no more bees or wasps so far.
It’s not who you know, it’s what you know It’s not why you do, it’s what you show It’s not where you do it, it’s where you go If anyone says different they’d better lie low
Reported knowledge retorted friend I’ve got an A Level in Latin What job do you wanna do? I wouldn’t mind being a chef I laughed That’s what he learnt False
19th May 2023 – The best way to dissuade a child from religion is to send them to Catholic school.
Destroy ownership Share and share alike As long as I can have mine You try to say without spite Why follow one fashion When you don’t know what it’s about? You hear one sheep bleating So you can raise your shout Hide your feelings under a shroud Tell me you agree with what I say You never wanted to follow a crowd But it’s what you do every day
18th May 2023 – Wishing for utopia and telling people that they are wrong.
My body is turning purple with torture – Set me free from this tortured womb – From the carnage of this untouched tomb
My head spins in crazy undiminishing circuits – Like the blood through my purple veins – Who can tell what it contains?
Push the red button in my profiled face – My bulging eyes will turn to grey – It seems that nothing will take the pain away
The gravestones of my memory are dull and black – The scented roses are screaming blue – The dirt in my stomach is screaming too
The uncertain moods of painful emotion – Make me sick with their tiring surprises – Cos they hide behind so many disguises
My imagination has been hurtfully disturbed – Been taken over by a rat with a disease – The pains are bringing me to my knees
Set me free from this tortured womb From the carnage of this untouched tomb The blood fed through my purple veins Who can tell what it contains? The scented roses are screaming blue The dirt in my stomach is screaming too Emotion makes me sick with tiring surprises Cos they hide behind so many disguises
The rats are in the battleground of my brains Picking and clawing at the plate of remains Destroying my soul in this tortured womb Destroying my brains in the untouched tomb
If we are a new breed Then we should stick together We should fight the system And not fight each other Annihilation of self Annihilation annihilation Annihilation of wealth Annihilation annihilation This is the end And I’ve heard it before And so have many of you And many many more
17th May 2023 – By this time punk rock was fracturing into factions and I was frustrated with that.
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