I question good
I question bad
I'm very good
Then very sad
Thoughts of love
Thoughts of hate
Always uneasy
An unopened gate
l need a woman
To crack this nut
I'm the nearly man
Singing but but but
A ****** I be sitting
On a unbuilt wall
Smiling happily
waiting .

Crystal swans
Fly in golden skies
The rifleman takes aim
The bullet flies
Stuck in a life of perpetual ****
With crystal swans
In golden skies
Can you ask the rifleman
To shoot me between the eyes
Let’s take a moment and ask
Why oh why
Light and darkness dance
Around the golden sun
The bullet and the rifleman must
Have there fun

I still live in a room
In psychoville
Three square meals
Now 3 red pills.

Still have a room
In madnessville
Where we repeat
Repeat and time
Stands still.

Still have a room
In suicideville
Getting better
Don’t want to ****.

Visiting times in
Loonyviille
Still half past chicory
Till quarter to dill

I’ve got better
I don’t need a chair
Madness still lies
Between an apple
And a pear.

Donald Duck
And
And the first lady
Mouse,
A comedy duo
Playing in the
Disney house.

The FBI
The CIA
Organisations
That have had
there day.
Donald Duck
Is now in charge
Don’t bother
With the criminals
Just Leave them
at large.

Donald Duck
Gone orange
He’s been busy
With his quill
Now look
WHO,s standing still.


The ****** in the Disneyland
Sorry the therapist in the
White House has a difficult
job To do
Donald and Minnie
Don’t Not have a clue.
maybe.
maybe.not.

Friendly people
Everywhere,
About in the cities
Without a care.
Pavement walkers
Drinking coffee beans
While
Red light girls are
Trying to be seen,
Friendly people
All different shapes
All types of genders
Going on dates,
Shops along
the bustling street
Open selling
there tasty wares
Happy  people
Eating
smiling
Everywhere.

Wide boys everywhere
These people will con
You if you’re unaware.
They will take  your money
Take your phone
Swipe the ice cream from
Your tasty cone,
They don’t drink coffee
They just  steal
from shops
Ducking and diving
Evading the cops,
There’s unhappy people
Everywhere
They roam the streets
These people do not care.

Icicles forming
Inside a flame
Hotel cyanide is
Open for guests

Revolving doors
Blackened Windows
Wooden boxes
No tomorrow's paper

Enjoy your stay
Flame will burn
Icicles forming
No return

Hotel cyanide
Accomadating
Making demise
Capsulating fun

Me and my mate Dave
Hang upside down
Inside a cave
We watch cricket
we would like a go at that
Problem is we’re just
Two bats.

The werewolf’s
Were out
The moon
Shining bright
Out to feed
Before it got light.
They dug up potatoes
Beetroot and pears
These vegetarian
Werewolf’s
Caught the gardeners
Unaware.

I got an idea,see you what you think
Let's paint the world a bright shade of pink
Let's start a World Wide Web,paint campaign
We could even brighten up,all the ****** rain.
Make a long ladder to paint the frosty moon
Paint all the animals,pink elephants and baboons
Taking it to another level we will paint the seas
Paint Mount Everest and the Arctic freeze.

Please can somebody write verse number two
Then pass it on thank you

Victim of love
She thieved my gold
My stupid fault
Being blinded and old
I needed somebody
In my life,
Since the death of my
Darling wife.
What was I thinking
I could do my best
Thinking she could
Love me
In me slippers and vest.
Im not chasing my *** of gold
Learnt a lesson on growing old.

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.

Kingfisher colour blue
Beautiful countryside
Consuming its views.
Fish flowing rivers
Shimmering in light
Beautiful in daylight
So serene, in the night.

Breaking in the light
Dews of the morn
Natures swimming
New life is born.
Foxes chasing the
Prancing the hare
Kingfisher blue
She will not care.

Kingfisher on branch
Sitting rigid so still
Waiting to dive the river
To consume its next meal.
Deers on hoof fleet of foot
On the river swims bandicoot,
Meadows , shimmering grass
The Farmer versus the cowpat
He slipped up on ****.
Kingfisher blue ,upon the wing
Listen to Mother Nature sing.

Good morning people
It’s good to be alive
I’ve gotten out of bed
On the happy side.
Dog on a lead
We’re  of for a walk
To see the
village people
And have
a good talk,
Down by the riverside
The dog jumped in
****** good thing
That doggies
can swim.
Mouth quite dry
Nice blue sky
Down to the pub
The dog knows why.
Crisps for the dog
Guinness a pleasure
Village life it’s such
A treasure.

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.

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

You’ve dangled
Your hook
And I did bite,
You enticed
Me in
It felt so right.
Said all the
Words I wanted
To hear
Like I love you
Come warm me dear.
But a sly *****
You became
Was the real you
It’s a crying shame.
Down the garden path
I was surely led,
The ***** had lured
Me to her bed.
Yes I did
for her I dote,
So I sharpened my knife
And cut her throat.

Politicians born and bred
Manifesto
Easily lead.
The power is in the money
The dollar or the yen
Waltzing with mien kampf
We don't let that happen again.
manipulating the faithful
Singing them a welcome tune
I'm not voting for anyone
I'm sensible a ******* loon

Road to parliament
Ugly bug ball
Sycophants doing
Brown tongue crawl.
same old same old

Sleeping cornfields
Waiting for the sun
Fawns are grazing
Morning has begun.
Dew upon the
Meadow green
Waking pastures
So serene.
Wind is whistling
Through the trees
Birds upon the breeze
Fox and hares do there
Morning dance
It’s such a pleasure to see.
Pathway walkers
Bring in the morn
To catch a glimpse
Of the baby fawn
Slice of cake and a cup
Of tea
Breeze is in my face
Countryside mornings
Can you think
Of  a better place.

Sun field pastures
Turquoise skies
Watching people
Walking  by
Fallowed land
Beauty of stone
As I travel Im
never Alone
Rainbows dancing
In the breeze
Rain and the sun
Are such at ease.
I walk my country
Head held high
I will walk this walk
Till the day I die.

Look at me
Im Walter Mitty
Sometimes ugly
Sometimes pretty,
Sometimes cold
Sometimes hot
Always giving it
One last shot.
Sometimes dapper
Then slovenly dressed
Im Walter Mitty
I do not rest.
One  day
drinking Pepsi
The next day  
Coca Cola,
I can’t shift this
******
Bi Polar.
Im Walter
Second name Mitty
I have good days
But mostly ******.

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.

Affected by rows of many crosses
Casualties of war,so many losses
Walking for miles,names on wood
are warring factions ever understood
Unknown soldiers on Memorials of stone
I walk among the dead never to be alone
Not really understanding there sacrifice
warring factions, must pay the price.

Go to sleep
Molly the cat
Are you still
Dreaming of
Catching that rat.
All curled up in
Black and white
Ball
In this winter
What a good call.
On my bed fast
asleep,
On my fleece
Looking so at peace
Toes tucked in
A nice soft purr
Molly my cat
A big ball of fur.

My mate ted
Had his head
blown of,
He’s dead.
My mate Stan
Stood on a mine
His legs flew of
Life’s so unkind.
Freddie Drew
Got blown up
in his tank,
His mum got
A letter, his burnt
Body stank.
Many innocent people
Turned into killers
Turning flesh into
Body bag fillers.
Mothers fathers sons and daughters
Succumbed to there deaths
Just all been slaughtered.
All good memories have been wiped clean
No good memories war is just obscene.

Broken bluebells
Enemy lines
Poppy pastures
Nature cries
Foxes and crows
**** to survive
If this don’t happen
There young will die.
Bird of prey
Eyes something to eat
Natures menu
Death it will meet.
Animals  and poppies
Make deadly mistakes
Can warring factions
Possibly live around
The lake.
Bluebells grow
And wither away
Fox and the crow
To live another day
Bird of prey
Will wing the sun
It’s all been around
Since time begun.

I am marcell deuschamp of
Poetry I like to write some crap
Sitting on a toilet seat
Waiting for a bigish,super mishap
Am I an artist I like to take the ****
Liking my work shall always go amiss.
Whistler had his mother
Edvard munch got his scream
Constable had his haywain
While my ***** stayed unclean
Wordsworth has got all his words
Aesop reads his fable
Deuschamp had no talent so he just
crapped upon his table
Vincent had his flowers
Shakespeare had his plays
I like writing crap poetry
Just to fill up all my days

Life is a hurricane
Definitely not a breeze
You want me to make
Love to you
Wow yes ****** please.

Life is a cyclone
The weather is inane
What was that you
Said,
You want to  
go round
again.

Didn’t know
The weather
Was going to
To be such fun.
Next time it
Rains
making
Sure to
have some
bullets
in my
gun.

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.

People see us
Everywhere
They think
We really care
But I know it’s
All just a lie
I wish you
Would  go
And *******
Die
Look my dear
I can’t deceive
Your not worthy
To be make
Believe.
So when you
Die
I shall not tear
You rotten hag
You ***** smear.
She says the feelings
Are Mutual
what shall we do
Cause I love me
And you love you.

Powers to be
Decided
to give
Me
an OBE
For my services
To Charity.
This award
I had
To dispute
Because Charity
A lady of the
Night was
A local
*******.
Powers to be
Sometimes
Get it wrong
So I gave
Charity the
Well earned
Gong.

Libraries have
there bibliophiles
***** feeders
have there dens
Vincent had his
paint brushes
Enid Blyton had
her pens.
Churches have there
Stories about
good and bad
Asylums have
there straight jackets
For people who
Go mad.
Dr Jekyll has Mr Hyde
An iceberg needs the cold
My old grandad
Needs a wig he’s
Going awfully bald.

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.

Twisted days
Forgotten
How to pray
Boots are
Heavy
Walking in clay
Lost my way
Lost the day
Lost playgrounds
Lost how to pray
Searching for
Happiness
That don’t exist
I’ve drunk to
Much I feel
Quite ******.
I must find away
Find the day
Find the playgrounds
So I can pray.
These boots of mine
Shall find the time
So my existence
Can fall in line
No more bottle
To lose the day
Maybe hopeful
And learn to pray.

Attractive Lovelly dressed black witch
Beautiful seductive heartless *****.
minefield held together in tattooed skin

Attractive and evil
My black witch
Beautiful and ugly
A heartless *****
A minefield
Held together
In tattooed skin
Sweet and toxic
Resides within

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.

Elon musk
He’s the man
Carries his
Wallet
In a van.
Donald trump
What a bloke
America will
Go up in smoke.
Vladimir Putin
With his war
Machine
Sabre rattling
What dos it
All mean
Kier Starmer
No political nouse
Not sure what he’s
Doing in parliament
House.
Assad what have you done
Runaway to Russia
To live under
a communist sun.
Joe Biden  leaving
His house of white
Red necks moving in
Will turn into a fight.
Oh dear.

Sweet Lilly
Mother a crow
Stifled her daughter
Would not
Let her grow.

Lilly wanted
To blossom
And become
A star
She killed
The crow
Now can’t
Go far.

In her cell
They gave her
A quill
She’s doing
Life in Pentonville.

She became
A writer of
Many a yarn
She wrote the
Story of the
Old empty barn.

There was nothing
In it.

What was I doing
Im so abhorred
I went and
brought a
Taylor
Swift record.
Don’t get me wrong,
She puts on a great
show
Buying her
records
No No No No
I think I was transfixed
By her lovely red lips.
Piercing eyes
I brought that record
And
I don’t know
why.

No more heartache
No more pain
No more cuddles
I’ve gone insane.

Light is on
But no one
Home
All locked
Up
All alone.

I’m a dog
Without a
Bone
Give me
A call
I have a phone.

Poetry people
In the
community
Set  up
a petition
To get
Me free

Who am I
To ask this
Of you
Are you my mummy
Nurse nurse
Where are you?

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.

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 did you
learn to cook
From a
Jack and Jill
Cookery book.

Is this all the
Best you can do
This is cat food
this is
Not a stew.

You come on the show
Tried to do a roast
You should have
Stuck to beans on toast.

You can’t cook
You make horrible cakes
Your not fit to wash
The plates.

Celebrities on my TV
Trying to cook
Not for me.
I wonder what’s all the fuss
They pushed poor Dave
Under the cookery bus.

Did he deserve that
first course
He got bad afters
Celebrities
showing
No remorse

BBC  will stab you in the back
Then give you the -ucking sack
All cookery programmes a
Waste
Of time
Did Dave really commit
A horrible  crime.

Living outside reality
Covering it with spin
24 hrs, rolling news
Creating fear within.
Xenophobia tribalism
it's always been the way
The world is getting stranger in
all playgrounds,which we play.
birthdays have lost their happiness
Pawns are   promoting hate
politicians blaming politicians
While gardens are closing their gates.

Doctor who
A man of note
Had a Tardis
Shaped like a goat.
Went to the future
Went to the past
Went to Glastonbury
And had a blast.
Doctor who
Who could contort time
Liked to party on
Lager and lime.
Aliens like you
and me
We’re his
bread and butter
And his cup of tea.
I don’t know what I’m
Writing
Im in a sinking boat
I will get my mate god
To get my hat and goat.

wheelhouse dark
emotionless freak
Floating in a storm
Everything is bleak.
Dancing with hell
In a bottomless pit
Wheelhouse dark
Covered in ****.
Friday morning
Never to be seen
My date with the maker
wheelhouse unclean.
Nice clean shirt
Pants and a belt
Everything bleak
This is how I felt
Rubber bullets
Bouncesd around my brain
Wheelhouse broken
I'm going insane.
Dancing with a swan
On a lake so black
Even thee eider
Doesn't paper the crack.
Who am I now the wheelhouse is dark
Ask the bench in a lonely park.

The essence of life
Is being there
Ever thoughtful
Always care.
The essence of life
Is to love the stars
Be aware of who
you are.
Colours play
A vital role
The essence of life
Within our soul.

You have no appeal
You’re a stupid ****
Okay Thats enough
I’ve gathered that.
Ease upon this
realism bit
It’s wearing me down
It don’t quite sit.
You despise me
Grotesquely wharped
Everything I do
I come up short.
I know it’s all a silly game
But when I look in
The mirror we are
The same.