Brief Homosexual Encounter
Walking by the Serpentine,
Kicking my feet through the autumn leaves,
Suddenly aware there's someone following,
Squaddie on leave, he pins me to a tree,
'Don't be afraid! ' he says, but he can plainly see
The anger in my eyes. Apologise! Apologise!
So he turns and stumbles away,
Another person you would all despise,
And hangs his head and cries.
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Micky the Tricky
This cowboy poet
(A bit of a hawk)
Has got no time
For sensitive talk:
Micky the Tricky's
The fellow's name,
Get out of his way
If you're crippled or lame!
There's no sign of love
No sign of compassion,
And he thinks that religion's
Gone out of fashion.
If you try to be reasonable
It simply won't work,
This guy's a no-hoper
And a full time jerk! !
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What the Critics Said
We condemn this poet for his compulsion to rhyme
But must find a punishment fitting the crime:
His talent for writing will surely grow worse
And the loftiest poem turn to trivial verse.
He's tried to combine meaning and metre
And make sense and sound go hand in hand.
We're afraid there is no redeeming feature;
The spice in his 'cooking' is far too bland.
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Casualty of Solitude
How can I possibly explain
Or tell you what I really think
About the torture and the pain
That's brought me to the brink
Where I think I'm going insane?
I'm not unique.
I'm just another lonely freak
Who doesn't want to go on like this
And spend another empty, loveless night,
Alone and comfortless
Without a shred of happiness
And nobody to hold him tight!
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Lines to a Sick Friend
I know there's no easy answer
But time will tell
Though you're locked in a hopeless sorrow
And private hell,
There WILL be another tomorrow
When you feel well.
Don't throw your desperate lot
In with the losing side,
There is no crazy logic
In suicide:
However much you may suffer,
Whatever people say,
One day you will recover
And face a brand new day.
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A Christmas Carol
Come back, Dear Lord, a Second Time,
Your Loving Kindness is a Crime,
Your Gospel, Jesus, was in vain,
Your followers are quite insane.
Why should we want to be forgiven
And end up in your boring Heaven?
Come heal our sickness, heal our pain
And we'll nail You to the Cross again!
If you try a Resurrection
We'll finish you off with a lethal injection! !
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Centerfold
They asked Napoleon Bonaparte
To pose for a girlie magazine,
He said, 'Try Josephine! '
Who answered 'I wouldn't do anything so obscene! '
They said they'd asked Cleopatra,
Who claimed it didn't really matter
But wouldn't they prefer Mark Antony,
He's sure to command a handsome fee?
' Cos you certainly earn a lot of gold
By being a Playboy Centerfold! !
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Kurt Cobain
Before you tell me all your pain,
I think it's time for me to explain
That it isn't clever to be insane
And it doesn't make you interesting,
In fact it's really quite obscene
To wallow in your sick little scene
And then make out you've something to sell
In the squalid details of your private hell.
Do you know what I mean?
I never cared much for Kurt Cobain!
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A Conspiracy Theory
Have you heard the news?
Stalin's singing the blues
And Hitler is wearing his blue suede shoes.
They've written a song
To prove you wrong
For saying they murdered the gypsies and Jews.
It's making you weary,
Conspiracy theory,
And never knowing which side to choose.
But Holocaust denial
Will lead to your trial
'Cos somebody somewhere has too much to lose!
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A Choice to be Made, Not Delayed
Beware of dungeons full of ice
And cold Satanic flame!
The Shepherd you knew long ago
Is calling you by name,
And though, before, you spurned His voice
And turned His Love away,
He still holds out a Final Choice:
How long will you delay?
He'd save you from your deepest loss
And heal your utmost pain,
His broken body on the Cross
Would give you Life again!
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