How Are You?
How do I feel? You'll never guess!
My life is just an effing mess!
It's all anxiety and stress
And it's getting worse, not getting less!
Perhaps I need some therapy?
Some soulful music or T.V?
Not Transcendental Meditation
But just some decent medication!
Or do I need a damn good drink?
It's better than an effing shrink!
Please God, give me some peace of mind
So I can leave these blues behind!
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Boyhood Poem
Down upon the shore lay curled
A little boy who hummed a tune
As the tide came in and the waves unfurled
Beneath the laughter of the moon.
He slept all night beside the sea
In the cradle of a sandy dune,
And dreamt of songs and poesie
Beneath the laughter of the moon.
He dreamt of songs and poesie,
A Lion and a Unicorn,
But the light came creeping far too soon
And the vision vanished with the dawn.
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Love Crucified
Love crucified will come to life
And banish agony and strife,
Love crucified will live again
And show to foolish, doubting men
That Jesus lives beyond the grave
And fulfils the promises He gave.
Love crucified has saved my soul
And made my broken spirit whole;
There is no need for indecision
Or for the world's puffed-up derision,
My splintered heart has peace at last
Now that its suffering has passed.
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Hilary
They killed it.
And ever afterwards
There was something dead inside of her,
A failure of feeling.
She longed for a time
When food would taste again,
The days no longer be joyless, nor the nights interminable.
She longed to escape from this misery,
Where time itself was sick, and the years were extra,
Where daffodils and all the emblems of spring
Were just the pale remembrances of her abortive dreams.
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It's Humbug Day (or, The Way Things Are Going)
It's Humbug Day,
Hooray, hooray!
Little children come out and play!
It's time to smile
At the paedophile!
That's what the Politicians say,
'Cos everything's alright
And everyone's okay
And even Jesus Christ was gay!
They've changed the law,
Nothing matters anymore,
Don't be a bore!
It doesn't matter what you do
Or even who you do it to,
It's all okay!
No need to pray
On wonderful National Humbug Day!
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Jimi Hendrix (altered poem)
Jimi Hendrix was a figure
In Sixties rock.
He seemed so full of life and vigour
His early death was a tragedy
And gave his followers a shock.
Those were the days
When songs like 'Are You Experienced'
And 'Purple Haze'
Were popular,
And Jimi's dexterity would amaze
His fans,
He'd started quite a craze.
His sudden death
(He took too many sleeping pills)
Propelled him into immortality,
The Man became a Myth.
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A Very Strange Desire
I want you to give me your love
But I don't want to be unkind,
Don't you know that this type of loneliness
Is enough to turn a man blind?
How I long to elaborate
On the dreams that I haven't defined,
So give me your friendship, my love,
And we'll see what joy we can find,
Give me the sort of pleasure
That the gods in their wisdom designed
And in the end let me urinate
In the golden latrines of your mind! !
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Alcohol
When I was nearly round the bend
I turned to you,
I had a drink or two,
I thought that you would help, False Friend!
And so I drank and drank and drank,
And hoped that you would fill the void!
But look at me now, defeated and destroyed,
My misery will never end,
What can I do?
Where is my hope?
Where are the things that I enjoyed?
How can I cope?
By finishing with you, False Friend!
This is the End! !
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Downright Dirty and Disgusting
To Hell with fragrant bars of soap
That are the housewife's only hope
To keep her children free from grime
Now Body Odour is a crime!
She likes to keep them squeaky clean,
The slightest smell would be obscene;
Perfume's the order of the day
To keep those sweay pongs away!
But I prefer it if you don't wash,
Deodorants are far too posh,
I like the smell between your hips
And long to sniff your kipper lips! !
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A Secret Love
She visits me in my dreams,
A young girl I have no right to think of,
To everyone it seems
I'm just a dirty old man,
That's what they'd say,
I know I've had my day
But in my heart I'm just twenty years old
And her beauty nearly wipes me out.
I keep it to myself,
I'm just grateful I can even think of her.
There's no-one else
I feel for quite like this,
I'll never kiss
Her lovely face,
I'll never know such bliss!
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