Loneliness
I lie awake,
While the wind howls in the gables
And mice creep furtively among the rafters.
Where shall I turn to? What shall I do?
I run down to the doorway
But there is nobody, there's nothing new,
Only a Stranger walking at daybreak,
The blank, grey pavement and the empty cul-de-sac.
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A Nose-Picker's Confession
I've forgotten a lot of what I learned at school
But I'll always remember the One Golden Rule:
Of all of the things that Good Christians oppose
The worst and the vilest is picking your nose,
So forgive me, Dear Lord, I've got to come clean,
I've just picked a winner and it's slimy and green! !
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Knife Crime
When things cut up rough
Don't waste a life,
It isn't tough
To use a knife,
It means you're weak
And sick inside,
A coward too,
No cause for pride:
Why not just throw
That knife away
And live to see
Another day?
That would be brave
And cause no grief -
Death is so long
And life so brief.
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Feeling Inferior
They'd like to make you feel real bad
About the little fun you've had -
In fact it makes them really glad
To see you all hung-up and sad.
But where did it all go so very wrong
And why do you feel you don't belong
In a world where redneck guys make jokes
And girls fall in love with 'normal' blokes?
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Pubic Hair
Nobody loves me,
Nobody cares,
Nobody counts
My pubic hairs.
Nobody says
'You're a swell little guy',
Or says, 'I will love you
Until I die! '
Nobody worships
The ground where I've trod,
More likely they tell me
I'm just a sod!
Nobody loves me,
Nobody cares,
Nobody counts
My bodily hairs!
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Black Girl
These poor villians,
Breathing in the nuclear air,
And destroyed by the poetry of Caesar,
Remember a time
When Mary Magdalen leant back against a wall,
A sexy skeleton of schizophrenia,
And they wandered down to the harbour's edge
And saw a black girl, shining, wild,
Crying out for her Redeemer.
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A Day in March
Through the window the still yard.
A cat runs across and disappears through the slender doorway.
What to do on a day like this?
Such emptiness!
Looking out on these dismal rooftops and the wet sky,
One wonders how to interpret the signs:
Wind soughing in the grass,
And water trembling in a bucket.
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I'd Like a Bit
I'd like a bit
Of your sweaty love,
Your gasping, groaning sweaty love.
Your body fits my body like a glove,
(Your gasping, groaning, sweaty love) .
I want it more than the stars above,
(Your gasping, groaning, sweaty love) .
You're soft and silken like a dove,
I want a bit
Of your sweaty love.
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A Case Of Double Values
The love that dare not speak its name
Will cringe in nervousness and shame
While hypocrites pour scorn and blame
On the love that dare not speak its name.
'Good' people always will deride
The sinful thoughts which they've denied
Till criminals have wept and cried
In the face of so much Spiritual Pride.
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A Lost Child
The city lights are hard and cold
Beneath an unforgiving sky,
And empty faces reaffirm
The feeling that you want to die,
Along the curb the parking meters
March in single file to signify your doom;
In all these paths of tears
And streets of pain
You wish to hold her hand again,
Be hidden in her womb.
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