You can hear the squelch of resentment
In your shoes
Stood there
Putting your intellect to no good use
Don’t think my acknowledgement
Of your intelligence
Is a compliment
I’m calling you the lowest of the low
Because you know
What you do
Yet continue to.
writing
Squiffy
The reality of life is mindbogglingly squiffy
Topys tervy, upside down, a little bit iffy!
And we
Fold our thoughts…
Into our brains…
With questions bigger than ourselves
Is it any wonder we get ourselves into a tizzy?
No place here
I
feel my lack of place
In this world
Expanding with every breath
Dead end
The lights keep me company
Reminding me of eternal darkness
Inside
Indicating to turn left
A dead end street
Those minor notes
Ring in harmony
With the static, on my mind
Dressed half smart
I like to look alright
On the night
Quite spiffy, if ya don’t mind
I’m dressed to kill
At least from the waist up
Don’t look down
Things ain’t too shabby
In that part of town
So just look at me shirt pocket
With pens straticgicaly placed
With clip on the outside
It makes me look all business or doctor like
These button downs change the mind!
Now I’m nothing if not punctual
Ya might not even notice I’m dysfunctional
sexy stranger
Music follows you
Like a draft
The light filters through
The blind slats
And your footsteps
Are inching closer
Discreet, purposeful
Your silhouette the first thing
Through the blurred screen
And that’s it all it takes
To make me ready and keen
Smart lazy sod
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.
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?
