Let’s toss a coin then
to finally decide,
tails you live life
heads you die
…
Tails you run free
& forget all this,
ooh, without cheating
heads it is
…
Sorry x
Let’s toss a coin then
to finally decide,
tails you live life
heads you die
…
Tails you run free
& forget all this,
ooh, without cheating
heads it is
…
Sorry x
Well,
rocking chairs
for courses
endorses
odd forces,
which unravel
smockravelled
like most abstract
golf courses
…
Furthermore,
they wobble
& are moon-inclined
to waddle,
plus pretend
they’re part-stoat
& lob cobwebs
at ghosts,
but occasionally
it’s just wankish
twaddle
…
That’s the trouble.
Naturally
I sold my soul
to that bastard,
poetry,
at the somewhat
haggled price
of a measly
50p
…
I started off
at a quid like
but the cheeky
little wanker
wouldn’t budge,
& now I’m surely
hell bound,
but this is
what I wanted,
so please
don’t judge
…
Even in my younger care-free arson days, I never-ever wanted to be adopted then subsequently raised, by monkeys or wolves as their wolf-monkey son, because although it's quite rare like it's yawningly been done ... Otters might be an idea mind or possibly crossbills or badgers, but having said all that there's always Japanese macaques as I too love hot baths -Yer that would be the nadgers ...
When your cows
go dry
& your crops
all fail,
when you exclaim
in despair
at the plight
of the whale
…
When your house
burns down
& your cat
gets HIV,
please leave God alone
for once
-Let’s blame poetry
…
Well, the love of a corpse
is completely unconditional,
albeit 1 sided
& mildly untraditional
…
& yet the kiss of a cadaver
is impossible to beat,
the conversation’s rubbish though
I’ve never heard ’em speak
…
Accidentally I demagnetized your fridge, & suddenly your novelty magnets just won't stick. They merely all fall to the floor now that gravity runs its course, understandably you shall retaliate with force ...
I found a Magic Keyring
last piss-wet evening,
it was of the highest calibre
a little bit like Excalibur
…
I was just messin’ about as usual
myself & my as-per muddle,
& there it fuckin’ was like (oooh)
shining resplendently in a puddle
…
It’s since vanished
…
Crime,
it only pays lad
if you’re good
at being bad,
& stalks
they only talk back
if you’re another stalk
or mad
…
Most roads
-Yer, those
don’t lead to Rome,
& all slugs
are snails
without a home
…
Oh crime,
it only pays lad
if you’re good
at being bad
…
…
Barbarians & Librarians
are a thoroughly different bunch,
1 bevy rape, pillage & plunder
whilst the other nips out
for a sandwich at lunch
…
One lot lose the plot
& then they go berserk,
the other only stamp books
& tirelessly, quietly work
…
But which is which
?
…