A Better Type of Crime (To a Moral Prig)
You're mistaken if you think I'm kind,
One day I'll rob you, steal you blind,
I'll take everything that you have got,
Kick you in the gutter, and there you'll rot! !
You make me sick with your bourgeois ways
And the way you think insincerity pays,
An INNOCENT crime would be a relief -
I'm raising my glass to a good, honest thief! !
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Teenage Suicide
Life is callous, cold and cruel,
He found that out when he went to school.
He had a hopeless youthful crush
On another boy he thought was lush,
That passion reached the farthest stars
Beyond an agony of tears,
But no-one understood that pain
Would drive him finally insane.
Life is callous, cold and cruel
And misfits die of ridicule.
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The Alcoholic Gives in to Temptation
It's very, very nice
To give in to a vice!
I hadn't had a drink for seven weeks
And then I got pissed.
Now I knew what I'd missed!
Do I have to feel sorry,
To fret and to worry?
How very tight-arsed!
Now my terrible crime
Is captured in rhyme,
Alcoholic remorse
Imprisoned in verse!
And the whole damn thing could be a great deal worse!
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Hypocrite
Don't cringe or whine
You little swine!
You're scared of the Truth
With all the cowardice of modern Youth,
But when you're old
You won't be bold,
You'll always live a total Lie,
You'll always have an alibi,
So go to Hell!
The world can't bear your sickly smell!
You're drowning in your Wishing Well
And I hear the tolling of the bell.
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The Social Reject
No need to come out and say
You think I'm bloody well gay
Or have a secret, superior smile
'Cos you think I'm a pervert or paedophile.
Sometimes I'd rather be dead
Than imagine what goes on in your head.
You think I'm just a negative creep
Who pities himself and likes to weep;
You'd never have a clue or guess
My childhood was a f**king mess! !
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A Drinker's Prayer
O God our Help at two o'clock,
Our Help at half-past three,
What do You do at four o'clock
When we are having tea?
Must we each tread the bitter path
That leads unto the Cross,
Deny ourselves all happiness
Because You are the Boss?
I'd like to drink a pint of beer
(In fact I'd relish three) ,
Give me a pub with open doors
Throughout Eternity!
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Repartee
'God you're grey! '
My rival said.
(I'd taken his favourite
Girl to bed) .
'Not only grey,
You're very fat! '
I shrugged my shoulders,
That was that.
But later on
That selfsame day,
I thought of LOTS
Of things to say
That were so clever;
Much too late!
My only solace now
My hate.
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Where Are the Passionless Eyes?
Where are the passionless eyes,
Piercing the cradle of night
And smothered in stars?
Will the pale criminal remember them
In a riot of body
Or the languid panther deny them entrance?
Few now recall the black s*men of Caesar
Or the rotting bodies of his dismembered slaves,
Only his words were perfect
And his soldiers lie sleeping in eloquent graves.
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Carol Thatcher's Golliwog
PC?
Not me!
You must be thinking of the BBC!
They'll soon be winning, can't you see,
The Nobel Prize for Stupidity!
What's that you said?
'Golliwog'?
For Heaven's sake!
They'll burn you at the effing stake!
No good saying you were joking, my dear,
This is the end of your career!
(Perhaps we're dumb,
Perhaps they just didn't like your mum!)
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Homosexual or Homophobic?
When I see you coming
In all your 'Gaiety' and 'Pride'
I feel so mixed-up inside,
I think of sodomy and 'b*mming'
And I just want to run and hide.
I have some dreadful inborn fear
That 'normal' folk will think me 'queer'.
Why can't you simply let me be,
Not flaunt your sexuality,
Why can't you simply keep away -
I've told you once I'M JUST NOT GAY! ! !
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