So
they
put
the
fire
out,
did
they?
All
blaring
sirens
and
flashes
Well
don’t
mind
me
As I
stand
here
with
glee
And
piss
upon
your
ashes
Lighting The Touchpaper (Part Two)
Now I
finally
know
the
truth
There
is no
turning
back
So
enjoy
the
burn
Motherfucker
Until
your
lips
turn
black
Lighting The Touchpaper (Part One)
Did
you
ever
love
me
Or
was
this
just
a joke?
I
need
to know
the
truth,
you see
Before
your
house
goes
up in
smoke
Bedtime Bickering
And
you
accuse
me of
being
flirtatious?When
your
behaviour
tonight
has been
outrageous!
Making (Sh)It Up
Who
could
believe
we’d
get
this
That
we’d
ever
again
share
a kiss
That
both
our
hearts
a beat
would
miss
That
we’d be
together
bathed
in bliss
Booze Blues
I
know
the
time is
coming
Although
I’m not
quite
there
yet
When
all
I’ll
feel is
hungover
And
full
of
fucking
regret
Self Portrait #1
Both a rhymer and a charmer
She only sticks around for drama
Writing with a screw loose or two
She isn’t scared of an expletive or few
Mourning the loss of her true love
She knows there’s no-one up above
Kind, caring and empathetic
She isn’t very sympathetic
Often scathing but often witty
She has a penchant for the nitty gritty
Sometimes joking sometimes smart
She weeps with her broken heart
Enamoured with music, wine and song
She knows with those she can’t go wrong
Shotgun
At
this
point
I’ll
try
anything
She
said
It
can’t
do any
harm
Then
you
should
take
this
one
He
said
It’ll
work
like a
charm
Shaking Spears
‘When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions ‘
‘Tell me about it, my friend, that’s why we deserve fucking medallions’
Love Bites
You
wore
your
roll
neck
jumper
So
you
thought
I wouldn’t
see
But
believe
me I
know
full
well
Those
marks
weren’t
left
by me
Certainty
Do you want to?
Yes.
Will we?
No.
What I Should Have Said
Get to fuck
You piece of shit
I will not stand
For any more pish
You think you’re it
But it’s just a front
You’re nothing more
Than a self serving cunt
Masterplan
The
candle
grows
dimmer
As my
patience
wears
thinner
Whilst
I wait
for the
steel
to bolt
My
temper
a simmer
As
you
think
you’re
the
winner
Yet I
plan my
peasants’
revolt
Q&A
You ask
What
I left
Behind
Nothing
I answer
Just
My mind
Hermitry
What if
I’m
enjoying
the new
normal
That
now I
finally
feel on
track
What
if I’d
like
to stay
this way
With
no
desire
to go
back
Random #30
‘…And if all that there is
Is this fear of being used
I should go back to being lonely
And confused…’
Middle-Aged Spread
Perhaps
I’ve
just
run out
of luck
Or
maybe
I don’t
give a
fuck
Either
way
it
doesn’t
matter
I must
accept
I’m
getting
fatter
Do You Hear Me?
I’m still angry
You see
That you died
Before me
It’s just not
The way
It was meant
To be
Xxx
Old Hat
You’ve
been
on my
mind
today
More
than
any
other
time
If only
it had
inspired
something
epic
And
not this
fucking
awful
rhyme
Dear Stevie
If we
could
meet
We’d
drink
a brew
And
maybe
share
A
laugh
or two
Yet we
would
know
At the
end of
the day
What
connects
us both
Is
life’s
decay
Unsaid
Wouldn’t
it save
all
this
fuss
and
botherIf we
were
just
honest
with
each
other?
