FuCKINgPIgSHitLIars!

Thank you very much-whatever your name is-for providing me with inspiration. This isn't the first time I've been randomly set upon by someone not completely in control of their actions, but it is the first time I've been kind of grateful for it. 

FuCKINgPIgSHitLIarS!

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MoVENeArERtOTHEKERB

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“FUCKINGPIGSHITLIARS!”

BeFOReCArryiNGoN(HOME?)

LeaVINGmEShakenBUTOtherWIse

UNhARMED.

Thing is sometimes random stuff like that happens

I don’t blame him for his actions he’s obviously not well

probably lives on his own and needs support and care

care what care care and the community the way

I see it it’s the system that’s at fault when I

got a little further up the hill and nearer to town

I had to give way to someone with a child in a pushchair

AndYOuKNOWWHat?

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Scarred for life

I have been reading, and enjoying some prose style poetry written by my friend, Jonathan King whose work can be viewed on my blogs reading list. I am now trying to compose some of my own poetry in this very attractive style of writing. I find it requires a great deal more thought than the rhyming couplets I usually produce and, as a consequence, it may be some time before I can up with anything reasonable enough for me to consider posting. In the meantime, here're some lyrics I wrote to a song I performed with Peter Gilsenen a lifetime ago.


Scarred for life

I saw myself today
In the mirror in the hallway
Reflection distorted
Like Dorian Gray
I watched the picture change
Like a living kaleidoscope
A visage in patches
Features melted away

They cut my face up
With the surgeon's knife
Stitched back together
Now it's scarred for life

You can change the future
But you can't take the past away
And the picture of your face
Tells a story today
It's a constant reminder
Of the times you left behind
Every line is a pathway
To the back of your mind

And all the time we pretend to be wise
This masquerade is a clever disguise
They cut my face up
With the surgeon's knife
Stitched back together
Now it's scarred for life

But I don't cry
I was scarred for life
I can hide my injured pride
I was scared for life

I saw my self today
In the mirror in the hallway
Reflection distorted
Like Dorian Gray
I watched the picture change
Like a living kaleidoscope
A visage in patches
Features melted away

And all the time we pretend to be wise
This masquerade is a clever disguise
They cut my face with the surgeon's knife.....

.......scarred for life!

A Day Off

A Day Off

Security at all airports in the UK

Will be non-existent just for one day

Passport control told the government to stick it

So go board a plane

No need for a ticket

A police announcement at the same time

Said drink driving will not be a crime

On this occasion it’s not be a big deal

To drink past the limit

And drive where you will

The fire brigade's spending the day in bed

No fires will be put out today they said

For twenty four hours they intend to retire

Now strike those matches

And light up a fire

From this dawn till next no hospital will

Be looking after anyone ill

And ambulance callers can to go to Hell

It’s not a good day

For being unwell

In a further announcement the police released

A statement all patrolling’s ceased

Nobody’s watching CCTV

You can ram raid a shop

Grab something for free

Drugs are all legal kids can get drunk

Snort lines of coke and smoke joints of skunk

There’s no age restriction today there’s no need

Go spend your sweets money

On booze coke and weed

Back to work

Woke this morning the news was filled

With numerous plane crashes countless killed

No clues found no established facts

No reasons for so many

Terror attacks

On motorways vehicles stacked up in piles

Mangled dead bodies for miles and miles

Police have advised don’t travel by car

The roads are shut

You won’t get very far

Then came breaking news an aerial view

Of smoke so thick you couldn’t see through

Reports of charred bodies and arson abound

Westminster’s gone

It’s been burnt to the ground

The phone rang and I sat up in bed

A nurse’s voice at the other end said

I have some bad news I’m so sorry to say

Your father has peacefully

Passed away

I lay for a while got up and got dressed

Felt deeply disturbed despondent depressed

Went downstairs saw glass everywhere

Looked outside

And the car wasn’t there

And where was my wife when this day begun?

She was upstairs looking after our son

Now coming round from being out cold

In a drunken stupor

At twelve years old

Back to bed

Pondering impulses unrestrained

The morning has left me mentally drained

I head back upstairs reflect on the day

And lying in bed

I wish it away

Attention Seekers Allowance

Howdy all

..................... but honestly, sometimes one needs to get it off ones chest doesn't one?

Attention Seekers Allowance

In a bid for popularity

With a total lack of clarity

A strictly personal tragedy

That should have been kept in the family

Wasn’t private enough apparently

To stop it being candidly

And blandly posted randomly

To be judged unitelligently

By the friends of a total calamity

With a fucked up personality

And now it’s just a malady

An attention seeking travesty

A cry for help and sympathy

Sincerity and empathy

With a feeling of impunity

At every opportunity

It’s “Liked” and “Shared” implicitly 

In a tidal wave of complicity

And sacrificed specifically   

To the cause of self-publicity.