Wednesday 11 July 2012

3.


Looking out my window and it's as black as sin,
People outside won't stop their din,
Drunken rambuntiousness
Keeps 'em all thin.
Even in that state they wouldn't believe me
If I'd told 'em what I'd seen.

Seems all so strange that in an unauthorised dream,
With a book of pages all torn at the seams,
An unreadable mess
Like a child newly alive, yet ready to ween,
You'd be hard pushed to fight this fuckin' great machine.

The human race is a disgraceful team,
Coming up with half arsed regional words, such as "Reem".
Why bother contemplating suicide?
When you can just run into the road, stop a car, and scream
"Why the hell won't you just believe
That the sun from your arse never gleams?"

Who in the buggery knows where we're going or where we've been
When the answer lies in a dosage of felodipine?
Stranger than pig-ignorant fiction
Is the sight of life through a silver screen.
Why in God's name should I bother
When my kid is just a teen?

2.


I wake to feel the need to moan
As I wake I feel the slightest groan
From all of you
Oh not another day.
What is the best way

To explain the way I'm feeling
Another day without believing
That someone will care
Someone will dare
Read my shit out there.

At times I feel so guilty
Ran so to the hilt
Wht the hell do I feel this way?
Please give me a final say.

The days fly by and I wonder why
Why do I wake up with a single verbular sigh?
I wish the shit would run away.
But you only feel what is required
On the day of the pyre.

At times I feel so guilty
Ran so to the hilt
Wht the hell do I feel this way?
Please give me a final say.

Why bother witholding when you can say what you like?
Just say what you want and give me a proverbial spike.