I met a blue budgie
High on a perch
Where are you going
What is your research
The budgie had flown
Out of the window
And now I am totally free
So I ate the little ****
I ate  it for my tea
Freedom is  so dangerous
You must learn all the rules
I met a blue budgie
Or was it just a fool.

Haunted house situated on Apple hill
Evil lived there as time stood still
Spirits would play ghouls would ****
In that haunted house on Apple hill
Was I brave or foolish,I had to go
So I went to visit this horror show
I rang the doorbell of this haunted house
It screamed like a lion roared on by a mouse
Hinges creaked the door opened wide
Taking a deep breathe I strode inside
Ghostly appirations flew all over the room
Showing no fear.knowing my appending doom
Noise was deafening,the screams did thrill
In that haunted house on Apple hill.
Sitting down in an old dusty chair
Near a fire of bones,I just didn't care
A demon appeared and sat down beside
Said he was the spirit of Doctor jeckyll and Hyde
Please I said you will not frighten me
Be a good fellow a make me some tea
The demon roared with laughter and howled if in pain
Then asked me if I was brave or ****** insane
I replied I need some thrills I need some fun
Then he blew my brains out with his gun
I liked this house on Apple hill
Where time stood stood still now my turn to ****
Could you be the next visitor to visit this place
So I can be chilling so thrilling by eating your face.

Swam five oceans
Swam seven seas
To say these words
To the tune of three
Climbed Mount Everest
Walked to Kathmandu
To say these words
These words to you
I've been to heaven
I've ran through hell
These three little words
To you I must tell
I searched and searched
I tragically went blind
Year upon year
Going out of my mind
Then I died
I did not know what to do
So on my epitaph I had
Written I hate you

Sun is one big burning star
Drove there once in my motor car
Astronauts,moon what's all that fuss
We had already been there in a big red bus
Mount Everest conquered what a sham
I'd already been pushed up there in a one wheeled Pram.
Victoria falls went over inside a barrel we danced
All night in Russia's Chernobyl
Creative creativity dancing in radiated rain
In my little cuckoos nest recovering not sane.
Next week going over to the planet Venus
In a camper van shaped like a big yellow *****
Of to the sun in sugar-paper plane
You to can come to in my ticketless game
Still I'm locked up in flesh eating chains
Going supersonic on a ***** trapped train
One day I will come back to uninteresting earth
I think I've been mental since the day of my birth

Driving with my brakes on
Lions have knocked my pride
I haven't got a button
So I can override.
Led boots holding,dragging me back
Guilt covers all my lonesome cracks
My sea hasn't  got a brightly tide
Cannot find the button so I can
Override
Crying crying,crying without tears
Static emotions dammed by all my fears
Can you be my open gateway
To whom  which I can confide
Will you be my faithful button
So l can override

I stare at you
I'm inside your room
I do this everyday
I watch you rise
Wipe sleep from your eyes
I watch you eat
Put socks on your feet
I do confess I watch you undress
I bet your not thinking of me.
I want to hold your hand
I want you to care
You are becoming my silent,dark nightmare.
Waiting I will you might give me a call
I don't think this will happen
Because I'm stuck to your wall

Two little birdies
Simon and lurch
Can you smell fish
As we sit upon this perch
Two little gold fish in a
Rather large tank
One named Bert
One named Hank
Bert said to Hank I'll
Give this one amiss
How the hell our we
Driving this.
A pair of fine young cannibals
Cher and sonny
While eating clowns
Asked dos your taste funny

For along time lips I have not kissed
A sensation  I haven't enjoyed
My emotions went a bit haywire
Electricity  was well employed
When lips met  its like cyanide rain
All locked up in imaginative gain
The taste of lips is like commercial  suicide
Take the haw and the ******* take Them for a ride.
I'm not saying the taste is  in the lips
Sure it is .im sure it is

Flittering through the pages of a worn out book
Reading stories just can't  be overlooked
Lovelly snippets of love and devotion
Happenings and events on a tide of emotion
Lots of passion humour so fiery
Then it dawned on me it was reading the wife's diary.

My shadow is the evil one
It has a sadistic mind
My shadow is deplorable
Not answerable to mankind
My shadow is the enemy
We are always fighting war
Black stain on my character
Rotten to its core
My shadow really scares me
It leaves an ugly mark
I always seem to conquer it
I just now go out when it's dark

Cancer is a fungal growth
Effects all things living
You and me both
Cancers leukemias, you will
Feel Lost
Drugs are there but all at a cost
Tumours tumours there is always light
Red and white cell in a life threatening fight
We are the Guinea pigs of the current day
So future generations can stay in play
When you lose the battle and your curtain is drawn
Please scatter your ashes on a fertile lawn

Riding along on a nuclear bomb
Americans ,Koreans sabre
Rattling a song
Who's afraid of the big bad wolf
Who's afraid of the big bad wolf
Can we all live on a island in the sun
Death to humanity as it really begun
The raging lion black petals fall
Come on mr trump you have to call

surfing inside a chemical reaction
Kissing ugliness what's the attraction?
Riding along on a nuclear bomb
With a man called Mary
And a woman called Tom
Victorious losers winners must cry
Cross your thumbs hoping to lie
What is the difference between a frog
And an amphibious toad?
I don't really know my brain will explode
Oh I do like to be beside the seaside
Oh I do like to be by the sea
Nursy where are you ?

The essence of life is being there
In tune with your surroundings
Being aware
If you receive but cannot give
Then  life its halved in which
You live
Rhythm of life is a beating heart
In tune with the warmth of the sun
Good and evil are married together
Having lots of fun

Where for out thou lunatic
I used to know me well
I was once sane you know
This you could seemingly
Tell.
Was it a bang,a bang upon my head
Or was it something somebody had cruelly said.
What was the trigger that tipped me
over the point of no return
Was it the knowledge that I never had to learn
Still looking for different ways to openly self harm
Me and my mate Shakespeare living in the funny farm.

This terrorfying story should never had been told
Sentencing all readers to death,if it we're to unfold.
Millions of years nobody had read these ghastly words
The disastrous effect was to scream out so absurd
Then someone did open it,who had the courage to read
He did not live long this storyteller would surely bleed.
Orators and scribes word by word they all bled
Holding back the horror from their dark bloodstained heads
Millions had died,first paragraph to horrific to tell
Was this the book to the gateway to bleeding hell
Bodies upon bodies all piling up,as page by page was read
This devilish book of intrigue it was what thee author said
To read this book was suicide,still they came to take a glance
One by one they came to die while lucifer sang and danced.
So what was the title of this book which contained all life's sickly gore.
You shall never ever know it because it lies beyond your door.

I'm starting to evolve
I'm just a minuscule *****
So I took a selfie
Whom Facebook will confirm

Skin me alive with a wooden spoon
Pour acid into my open wounds
Hang me upside down in the midday sun
Pistol whip me, make it not fun.
Roast my insides on a turning spit
I'm still smiling I don't give a s..t
Take my morphine away,I will writhe in pain
Chewing twenty razor blades,am I totally sane.
It's just the same old s..t but another grey old day
My world is still spinning,and I'm still in open play.
Alive and kicking,the big sleep you are surely dead
In life you must taste and burn or your blood don't
Flow red.

Mornings are always broken
It's raining  razor blades again
Cotton wool bombs live in my head
Mornings are dead just dead.
Mornings rear there ugly heads
Crows have eaten my eyes
Imagination is all I have
My body just tells me lies.
Mornings cry cocooned in my mind
Broken morn,when you are blind
Would it have been better to rest in peace
Than suffer as I do in a worn out fleece.
Weary of the razor blades
And bombs of cotton wool
Raging insanity of a barbwired bull
Please let me curl up and slowly die
My mornings are pergatory and the sun Shall not cry

Sixpence piece fell from her purse,
I picked it up this started the curse.
Electric eyes bewitching me,this I could not ignore
Barbed wire snaked tongue,lips so red I shall adore
Cursed for eternity to walk among her dead
This to was my curse for taking her to bed.
The joy was all hers, love for her were my pains
Locked by her darkish side by flesh eating chains.
My heart been ripped out,she has tasted my blood
That coin still in pocket all emotions were in a flood
How was I ever to be set free from her curse
Would it be to easy,by putting death into reverse
Don't be so silly I say it's all fantastically absurd
Shall I be with her for eternity I'll take a rain check
On being cured.

Unleash the wild one
Freedom open plains
Mighty is the wolfman
Casting of his chains
Aroma of the breeze
Freedom open skies
Victim of the wolfman
Ghastly shrieking cries

Ducks riding bicycles
Hamsters driving cars
Bananas flying aeroplanes
Nuclear bombs in jars.
Fish catching people
Kangaroos on a tram
Dead ruling the living
Has poo poo hit the fan.
Atoms kissing protons
While hyenas play guitar
Understanding people
Now that's seem to bizarre

Dark dreams
Red streams
Black roses
Human screams.

Mothers fathers
Sons and daughters
Black roses
Human slaughter.

Fallen seeds
Hearts bled
Black roses
Soil fed.

I am a discarded metal tin
Rolling down the road
My substance has deserted me
my passport my barcode
All that's left is my outer shell
My metal overcoat
Soaked up all lifes miseries
Just to stay afloat
A kindly breeze helps me on my way
A kick from a friendly foot
Travelling on life's highway
Trying to be understood

Vincent was a painter of note
White van man,white suited overcoat
William a writer of fantastic plays
Lived in a hamlet where he spent his days
Starry nights,clouds and that perspective chair
Vincent my friend he lived in despair.
Romeo and Juliet were a fine pair of lovers
Did he write these plays or were they just covers
The bard of the boards with his life he could cope
Day to day this writer ,lived with so much hope
Painter ,a genius such a life with much fear
What ever happened to his infamous ear
Paintings and writings,from Vincent and Bill
One with a brush the other with quill
With lots of hope and litte despair
They left such treasures for us,so we can share.

My new friend
I met a sweet snail three years ago
She arrived on my door step today
Looking a bit sleepy, oh so sluggish
So we didn't go out and play
We watched a film we ate some eats
No salt please on our lettuce leafs
Her name is Michelle such an elegant snail
We kissed goodbye and she left with a trail