No need to tie that bow
You’re not going to a wedding
Just a shitty party down the road
Don’t take that comb
Through your hair
Trying To hide your peaks widow
You’re not the gentleman that, that image represents
But you already know
You’re just a lazy sod
Dressed in a smart man’s clothes.
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M’lady
M’lady allow me to open the door
There ya go, now don’t bend down too low!
That’s right, lift your skirt so you can sit
Smile through the window
Grit your teeth through the shit
M’lady may I kiss your hand
And call you princess?
Who am I kidding, who am I trying to impress!
Get your knickers off and let me unravel that dress!
Fuck knows
Too many questions I’ve asked
Has come the answer, “Fuck knows.”
So today I am on bended knee
At the temple of fuck
Hoping I can get some
Of that knowledge
Because Fuck knows everything &
I can see how fuck made everything
So many things begin
With seed or nut
And that is surely down to fuck?
Comrade
Save our girls
they’re our best assets
Spread these boys
Ashes
Save our girls
Because we have to
Leave death behind
Don’t mention it
Just save our girls
We come in peace, we are blind
No blood on our hands
Unless those girls die
We wouldn’t want that
So don’t hear his memory cry
And please
Make it so
It’s he for she
Because equality
Starts with for
And not with
Don’t you see
This is the way forwards
For she says
It is
Statues made
Bold as brass
They got their names in history books
So, well done lads!
Don’t you know
Every single day
Is hanging only on what men say!
So pull up your big boy pants
And shut your trap
Look at that statue made of brass!
You can be a hero one day, just like that!
What do you say, comrade?
Sleep
Arches & doorways
New dawns & new eras
Closing in
On sleeping victims
We seek comfort
In our illusion of control
Like a sling around broken bones
We sleep under duvets
Protecting from the shocks
Of the sickness
That shatters our dreams
Chorusing our sleep
Doubt
Kissing smoke
With blue breath
As the moist air
Steals us from death
Mumbling with doubt
Replenished with that quivering lip
Biting back feverish wit
Lest we say the wrong thing
Tall
She’s got legs that go up to the sky
I swear it, no word of a lie
I have to climb the ladder of her tights
Just to kiss her between her thighs!
I need to die within
So I can live without
Springtime mood
Smoking in convertibles
With confidence bulging through their t-shirts
They’ve got that ‘groovy’ attitude
Pretending like they’re Jesus
Waging wars with empty platitudes
Women swarming in their direction
The sun trying to penetrate their shades
Trying to get into that
Springtime mood
Why I love rain
My pain is the silent kind
Slowly rolling the marbles
In empty spaces in my mind
The kind of pain that asks for scars
To show for it
While hiding behind a mask
It’s that slow searing pain
That comfort is sought in silence
Standing in the rain
So that the drops can mingle with the tears
I’m too afraid to name
And I can laugh while they fall
And no one will notice at all
Rain becomes my shroud
My sanctuary
My moment to suffer visibly
But while others still can’t see
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