Three blind rats
The violent type
Ran the sewers
Day and night.
Every sewer was
Their domain
To any outsider
They would
Inflict pain.
Billy,Bolly,Bango,
Had a friend called Dave
If you misbehave
I’ll give you the plaque.
Im a ***** rat
Top of the world

I have learned
It’s not good to burn
There’s fire in her heart
She manipulates me she
Has done from the start.
I don’t want an easy life
Excitement this I yearn
It’s all fair in love and war
Therefore I must burn.
What is life
I don’t want
Just to exist.
Im going to burn
Not fade into the mist.

As an animal species
The old must die
Other species fight this
They do not cry
There's no nhs
The genes must survive
That's what keeps
There species alive.
When young are weak
The future looks bleak
thee old take drugs to survive
You can not sustain this madness
To keep humanity alive.

We’ve come to
The end of
Your rainbow,
We gave it a go.
Loving you
Was really true
When
Weirdly
A *****
You grew,
It kept on
growing like
Pinocchio nose
I thought
we were in the
Rocky horror show.
What the duck
I do not know
All I could do
Is watch it grow.
This ***** did
A coloured life
When I married her
I do think she was
My wife.

In a cue thee other day
To buy some basic needs
Three people smoking tobacco
Wearing Protective masks indeed
This virus is a respiratory disease
It attacks the way we breathe
Us dumb humans succumb
And ******* bleed

Troubled soul
All mixed up
Teenage angst
In a broken cup.
Who am I.
What am I.
Troubled soul
Tears I cry.
Always wondering
Will I be free
Why why why
Why always me.

do some coke
Drink some wine
Really don't care if
The sun don't shine

Do some ******
Drink some ***
Really don't care if
The blues have come

Do some whiskey
Smoke some ***
Really don't care if
You die or not

Isolation
*******
Fill the screen with ****
Really don't care
From the day I was born

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

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 ?

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.

Lips tasting of cyanide
Your so dressed to ****
I need all your loving
Excitement and thrill
Such an hour glass figure
You look so elegantly chic
Scented by the devil
With cyanide you reek.
I'll be your next willing victim
To be ensnared in your web
Even I'm knowing I'm going to
Wind up dead.

Had a dear friend
Tiger was his name
Loved his golf
He could play
The beautiful game.
Then one day
He had a stroke
Bit of bad luck
Very nice bloke
On his last hole
He shot a seven
I asked to let me
Know if they play
Golf in heaven
He passed a way
Year to the day
Then I heard
Him softly say.
Got good news
and some bad
Good News yes they
Do play
Playing golf in heaven
But now I have some
News of Sorrow.
You are such a wonderful
Chap
You’re  in the team tomorrow.

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.

Happenings that didn't happen
Wondered what happened to them
Where did the flame go
The one you wouldn't light
Non forming memories
Because of blinkered sight
Shadow of the unborn waiting in your womb
Unwritten lyrics dancing to one lonely tune
Crying shame that blame game
Why wasn't it meant to be
Watch the icicles dance inside the flame
It might just set you free

Moonlit cornfields
Sovereign skies
Majestic glories
All seasons cry

Hallowed lands
Enigma of stone
Beautiful glories
Never alone

Dancing rainbows
Landscape green
Fantastic glories
In aquamarine

Fallow deer
Swallows fly
Majestic glories
For our countries
We die

Long ago
On far away lands
There was a contest
The battle of the bands
Good versus evil
Oasis versus Blur
God versus the devil
This battle still occurs.
Hyenas on guitars
Angels on their harps
Flirting with a minor
Or just being sharp
God has the harmonies
The devils got metal goth
If there not entertaining
The audience will
show their wrath.
Madison square gardens
Or  down Wembley way
This battle of the bands
Still going on today.

Elephants riding bicycles
Giraffes driving cars
Monkeys flying aeroplanes
It’s seems not to bizarre
Fish catching people
Hippos on the bus
I don’t see a problem
to be kicking up a fuss,
Frogs kissing zebras
While hyenas play guitar
Now understanding the other ***
Now that’s to bizarre.

You are magic
I am magic
Lets disappear
We will build
Our fantasy
Then we
Shall reappear.

Lots of
Trees and
hedges
Made of
Chocolate
Cakes
While
Pretty
flamingo’s
Are
Dancing in
The lakes

We make
more magic
With children
on the way
Living in a fantasy
Loving everyday.

Don’t say this
Don’t say that
Don’t touch this
Don’t touch that,
Is this a parent thing
Or just a terrible trap,
Sit up straight
Don’t slurp your tea
What ever they say
I shall not agree.
Smoking is bad
Alcohol is a sin
All this parenting
Thing is growing thin.
Mum and dad making
My life a
living hell
Im thinking of getting out
Explode and rebel
Got a slight problem
My sister agrees brother
She said your only three.

When the oppressed rise up
The death toll mounts
There is no other way

Seeds are sown
In violence today
The death toll will mount
There is no other way

Minority's claw
For a piece of the cake
The death toll will rise
Our futures are at stake.

Changes only happen
In the flames of hell
The death toll will rise
And take you as well.

Power and control
With bullet less guns
You can't be ruled by the weak
Paradise with out racism
It's a fantasy you seek.

The world will slip back into hell
Millions of will surely die
The seeds of today have now been sowed
Humans again will cry.

When children pass
There shadows
Have fun
In
The playground
Under the sun

Rubber ducky
Boisterous
And plucky.

Walks around
Tip top gait
The loonies
have made
rubber ducky
President
Of the
United States.

Rubber ducky
Has a master plan
It’s ****** daft
He’s turning
Kansas into big
Lovely Bath.

Rubber ducky
Putin the fox
Best place for
Them is inside a
coffin box.

I never wrote
This  stupid rhyme
Knowing them
They’ll make it crime.
It’s turning into
a Shakespeare play
Rubber Ducky
Might send me
To Guantanamo Bay.

Jelly and cream
Good verses bad
Satan and God
Happy loving sad

Life attaches death
Foot and ball
Guns wins wars
Rise and fall

Mother and father
Daughter and son
Beginning  to end
Misery and fun

Clever I'm thick
Cement and brick
Words in dictionaries
Buckets for sick

Lyrics and music
Hot freezing cold
Light and dark
Hairy or bold

I'm not sure where I'm going with this
So I'll stop and start and hit to miss
Hate it or love it give yourself a kiss
Hello goodbye,
If everybody was alright there
Would be nobody left

Disease 19 has been killing all races for fun
Now there out there protesting humans are dumb

Disease 19 will not care about the colour of skin
This pesky little virus will **** you from within.

Disease 19 starts to spread and and the death toll shall rise
so all of this protesting against raceism is not ******* wise

Of to the hospital I can not breathe
You ******* dumb animals it's hard to believe

Me and my
Woman we had
A spat,
Over who
Looked better
In her
wedding
Dress
I said she
was fat
She didn’t
like that
she
Punched
me
In the face
She wears the
Trousers
In our house
My comment
Was misplaced.
Don’t takeaway
From the fact
She’s still fat.
In the wedding dress
I looked better,
We had a spat
I think I won that.
Round two
Of this spat
Her trousers
Came of
And I was right
That lovely dress
Was far too tight.
Spat three came
Her head aloft
Said muck you mickhead
The Wedding is off.

Sitting on a branch
High upon a tree
I am wondering
Upon my own
Sexuality.
Am I going to
Be pigeon holed
Why can’t I
Just be me.
Problem is not me
It’s ******* society.

Miles and miles of railway track
Onwards we went we didn't look back
Going to face the enemy probably to die
We were fighting for freedom
We would not question why.
We moved in silence no hope or despair
Bombs and shrapnel dropping everywhere
Death rained down in our hole of hell
Only the survivors had a story to tell
Miles and miles of burnt up track
There we died we never went back
Obituaries in tutorials
They put our names on memorials
Should we have questioned?
Was it our basic human right
History is riddled with glories and *****.
Bullet in the head,God save the King
Blackened roses in a sweet deathly ring.
Millions of mothers,mothers everywhere
We're living, left loving an empty chair
Hope we learn from that burnt out track
We're we all died and never came back.

******* in a light bulb
Can’t be a sin
Just want to know
How they got
Within.

The poetry graveyard
They call delete
Millions of words written
None shall meet.
Sentences
nouns and verbs
All forgotten
Never to be disturbed.
Poetry written
not to be read
Into the graveyard
Along with the dead.

We hurt each other
In so many ways
Blue skies were blue
But now just
grey
Our we so different
Like chalk and cheese
Hurting each other
So ease up
please.
We seemed to be
Road blocks
Stopping the fun,
We got to get out
Of the grey
And let in the sun.

***** habits
Me think
The wife leaves
Washing up
in the sink.
She knows
That’s where
I like to wee
***** habit
She’s got
Do you agree.
In the bathroom
Her ***** habits
Make me laugh
She knows I like
Dump in the bath.
She’s got one last habit
A backside thorn
She’s got the remote
When I want to
Watch ****.
Im going to get
Some ***** habits
of my own
I have to
leave her
And find a home,
Alone.

Did not swim
Did not run
Didn’t dance
Had no fun.
Never knew
My father
Neither my mum,
Nor experience
The rays of the sun.
Did not know love
Did not know like
Didn’t even get
to ride a bike,
I wasn’t for this
Revolving earth
I was a new born
Died at birth.

Heart without love
Stars without space
An unused womb
is a lonely place.
Unspoken prose
An unwritten tune
Melodies without a stave
Who are you
to walk alone
Slowly to your grave.
Withering away
Closing of your mind
Sadness of the darkness
Going blind
Being a member of the
Human race
Can be hell of a lonely place

I wish I was
A penguin
So I could
Endure
This
cold.
My pet
Penguin
Loves it
But me
Im
To old.
Im in front of
Of the fire
Room still
Like deep freeze
Me pet polar bear
Curled up
Looking well
At ease.
I have a white rabbit
But he’s not
Really real
He don’t careless,
The cold he
cannot feel.

Sweet city girl
A diamond
loving pearl
Happiness in
Abundance
She puts me
In a whirl.
Eyes are like
Emeralds
A ruby for
A heart
She’s always a pleasure
A platinum treasure
Never ever cold
A wonderful
*** of gold
My sweet city girl
I did what I did
Because last time
You over charged
Me by £200 quid.

Tycoon man of property
In Mayfair they found
Him dead.
It looked like
****** a bullet to
The head
Properties a plenty
Railway stations too
All the amenities
Totted up to a fair few.
His life started on the
Old Kent road
Was
Ended in Mayfair
Community chest
Was set up for all
So challenge me if you dare.
The police investigated
This man of wealth and property
He Left his legacy  a family game
He Called it monopoly
They found his killer
His younger brother bill
He’s gone straight to jail
For a life in Pentonville

Me and me lover
We had a spat
I wanted a giraffe
She wanted a cat.
Not being reasonable
All said and done
So then I shot her
with my gun.
Life is understanding
What’s done is done
Now in a human zoo
It’s not much fun.
Life in a second
can change in an act
Give me hindsight
Me having a laugh
Still stupid old me
Would have got a Giraffe.

Nature throws up
A curve ball
Why did she throw
You to me,
Nature throws up
A curve ball
Through my
beer goggles
Now You
are all I see.
You’ve infected
my beer
With the taste of love
Natures curve ball
Was tossed from
Heaven above.
This curve ball
needed to be caught,
So down the road
Of rehabilitation
Every step I fought.
No more beer googles
No hazy nights
Who was this curve ball
Who brought me back
To the light.
There was a twist I
will not share
With this curve ball
I do not care.

Mona Lisa
Eyeball pleaser
Painted by some
Artist geezer
Van Gogh sunflowers
Loads of money
If Vince was alive
He would find it funny
Constable a painter of note
Was a White van man
In an overcoat,
Ed the munch
Painted his scream
Monet and the Lillie’s
Looked so serene
All these artists
Are all now dead
There creative ghosts
Reside inside my shed

It must be love
Happiness high
No more dark
Clouds in my sky.
Warmth is flowing
Through my veins
Heart feeling good
No more pain.
We talk we hold hands
We start making
Wonderful plans,
But we all know
It’s all total crap
In the happiness trap.
Sweet.

I am stuck in a bubble
I am West Ham
Playing football
They best I can,
I left Upton Park
The Boleyn ground
For pastures new
I took the hammers
Sound.
On this surface
I did not rest,
I am the ghost
Of  Mr  Clyde Best
I am stuck in a bubble
I am West Ham
Always and forever
A loyal fan.

Living in a *** hole
Middle of the road
Me and my mate
Jeremy  
the
A D H T toad.
Man it was hectic
Stupidly inane
The Heavens
opened one day
Toady was
Never to be
seen again.
Poor old
Jeremy
washed
down
The  ******
drain.
Life in that
Pothole
Was so
Fantastically
Insane.

All my disciples
Are eating
L S D trifles
Fred
Harry
Bill
And
Ben
Spaced out,
Thought they were
The Diddy men.
They followed me
Down the garden path
Those L S D trifles
We’re such a laugh.

Lives do not matter
Black or white
We are just statistics
In a bucket of *****.

Blacks **** blacks
Whites **** whites
Death toll mounts
In a bucket of *****

The horrors we inflict
Race upon race
Lives don't matter
It's power we chase.

Whom do's a life matter
In a bucket of *****
Because we are only a number
Black or white.

Met a woman in 1984
We liked to dance
Upon the floor.
There were truths
There was lies
There was happiness
There were cries.
There was love
There was joy
Then in our lives
Came a baby boy.
We played games
And watched him grow
There were highs
There were lows.
Twenty years on a
Wonderful ride
Only to wake
They had committed
Suicide.

Riding this horse
Through glens
And dales
being chased
By demons and
Witches that wail.
Being closed down
At very high speed
Now Im thinking
I shouldn’t have
Smoked that ****.
The horse then
Turned into a unicorn,
In my right hand
Appeared a brass horn
I put to my lips and blasted
Out a tune
What was I hearing 99
Red balloons
Still this tune upon
This day
Kept those demons
and witches away.

Watching the
cactus grow
Not very exciting
And very slow,
Time for me
Is an exercise
The numbers
Are different
Which is no surprise.
Boredom is an awful pain
Loneliness makes you fragile
Everything’s the same.
Thoughts are like
A bowl of vegetable soup
Jumping back and forwards
Through a very small loop.
Hope I don’t live to see
Another day
So Im waiting for god
To take my breath away.

I wish I could write
Proper poetry
Me and me cat
Just smile
She’s just woken up
And me pet mouse
Has run a mile.
Im reading  poetry by
Wordsworth
A bit of Byron to
When it comes to
To writing poetry
I haven’t got a clue.
Wandered lonely as a cloud
Been doing that everyday
Stuck with ******
Romeo and Juliet
Inside a Shakespeare play.
Poetry poetry
I have not a clue
Me and my stylus
We go a bit askew.

I am at my happiest
When I do not exist
I can wander
The underworld
Unruly and
******* ******.
Up on the walls
Are All the signs
Me I do not exist
Im still drinking wine.
Don’t do this
Don’t do that
At every corner
A witch with a cat.
Wandering the underworld
Not reading the signs
All my demons
Are being revived
By the wine
Walking the nightmares
I do not exist
Opened up another bottle
I am at my happiest.