Up and down
Spinning around
No stability
to be found
Right and left
Side to side
Nowhere else
left to hide
Hang on,
where did
this sock
come from?
And where
the fuck
is the
other one?
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Up and down
Spinning around
No stability
to be found
Right and left
Side to side
Nowhere else
left to hide
Hang on,
where did
this sock
come from?
And where
the fuck
is the
other one?
Punctuation;
is (only) as important,
as you ‘want’ it to be.
What was I saying?
What was I..?
Ach, don’t mind me,
I’m drunk.
*Hic*.
When I saw you
sleeping there
I couldn’t help
but stop and stare
Probably because
I was drunk too
Although nowhere
near as drunk as you
I had to walk over
and poke the bear
Good men
do bad things
And good
women do too
If I was ever that way
inclined again
I’d do bad things
with you
I don’t bite.
Much.
Even though
my heart
currently
resides
in the
deep freeze
Your smile
still has
the power
to make
me go weak
at the knees
Despite my
protests
to the
contrary,
it has
always
been you.
Why not
meet me
at the
library,
and I’ll make
your dreams
come true.
Caught with
my hands
in the
sweetie jar
I retreat,
shamefaced,
when I
hear a
police car…
Who the
fuck has
called
the cops?
I’ve only
stolen
a couple
of pear
drops…
You would come charging in on your white horse
Thinking you’re going to save the world, of course
But you’ve got nothing to offer underneath all of that armour
You don’t fool me, you know, you little charmer
Hell
is a
lonely place.
It’s good
to see you
down here.
An
apple
a day
may
keep
the
doctor
away.
But
it’s a
pill
at night
that makes
me feel
alright.
Cheer up, love!
You don’t know,
it might never happen.I do
and it did.Now piss off.
If home
is where
the heart is,
then I’m
currently
of no
fixed abode.
Live, laugh, love
Comes the wisdom from above
Stop, sob, spite
Is what gets me through the night
Every time I make you laugh another part of me dies inside.
For you can never now be the one to whom I can confide.
It’s my own fault, I know too well, as I should not try to pretend.
But if you could only see past my facade, you’d make a cracking friend.
I still hear your key rattle in the door,
I still hear your footsteps across the floor.
I still hear your rubbish music playing,
I still hear your awesome temper fraying.
I still hear you impart your innate wisdom,
I still hear you berate with fierce criticism.
I still hear you sing your daft wee songs,
I still hear the bubble of your endless bongs.
I still hear you chew too loudly when you eat,
I still hear the thump of your heart beat.
I still hear your laugh and your wry chuckle,
I still hear your beloved belt unbuckle.
I still hear your enticing voice roar,
I still hear your thunderous snore.
I still hear your exasperated sigh,
I still hear your exhausted cry.
I Wish You Were,
Still Here.
‘I hope you get all you want from life…
…sex, drugs and rock & roll etc’
I am falling.
Tumbling through the air,
Spinning over and over,
Hurtling towards the ground.
Some fucker has stolen my parachute.
Don’t think I’m surviving this one, eh?