The Goddess
In the meadow the flowers tinkle like tin,
Birds snigger in the trees
'You don't belong! '
(Blood running down the wall)
But what have I done wrong?
What makes these faces leer and grin?
Is there some talk of murder as evening shadows fall
Or is it some ancestral sin
That turns the mind and makes the skin of daylight crawl?
Thoughts of lurid nightmare can appall
The waking soul and seize
The sanest sense with madness
Until at last a voice speaks out:
'La belle Dame sans merci hath thee in thrall! '
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Cyanide Song
When you decide
That all your faithful friends have lied
The time has come to swallow pride
And take a little cyanide!
Cyanide! Cyanide!
Did you hear the way the orphans cried
When loving kindness was denied,
Destroyed before their tears had dried?
Yes! They committed suicide!
Yes! All the little children died!
It's a horror that you can't abide,
So take a little cyanide!
Cyanide, yes, cyanide!
There's nowhere left where you can hide,
The gates of Hell are open wide
And happiness is crucified!
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Bored with Love
You say you love me - what a bore! !
(I seem to have heard those words before) ,
Quite frankly, dear, they make me sick,
Love's just a biological trick
To propagate the human race....
I know you've got a pretty face
But you'll have to do much better than this
To earn a caress or even a kiss -
It's not that I'm such a very good catch
Or someone considered an ideal match,
It's just that I think the human race
Is a goddamn awful bloody disgrace! !
Take my advice, become a nun,
Nothing is new under the sun.
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A Disappointment for Joe Bloggs
You see that blonde with the great big tits?
You'd have a better chance to sh*g her
If you were called Sir Michael Jagger
And she had a copy of your 'Greatest Hits'!
And I wouldn't say your chances were zero
If you were some kind of TV hero,
But you'll have to settle for something less
Than her sexy legs and her low-cut dress...
It isn't that you're old and grey
And it's twenty years since you had your day,
But you haven't the millions and you haven't the fame,
What a hell of a bummer and an awful shame! !
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In Defence of Pornography
Some people might think that I'm obscene
Lusting for a model in a magazine,
But I won't be punished for trying to rape her,
She's only a picture on a piece of paper!
Who cares what they think in any case!
Most men are attracted to a pretty face
And as I'm just dealing in two dimensions
It doesn't really matter about my intentions!
The Devil can take the priests for despising
Us men and young boys for fantasizing!
No doubt they would like to monitor our thoughts
And find us all guilty in celestial courts! !
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A Lunatic Song
The sun shone on my emergency
As I lost the thread of your fears,
Like an infidel calling Jesus
Dialling 999 through his tears.
Why was the siren screaming?
Why did the young men shout?
Did a bomb go off while I was dreaming
In the Ambulance of Doubt?
I'll never know the answer
Though your slender fingers give me a thrill,
And even if you've got cancer
I'll be in there for the kill!
I'd rather have your gentle corpse
To guide me through the night
Than a living, breathing prostitute
Or a loathsome catamite!
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Cancel Christmas! !
Cancel Christmas, full of fraud,
Consumer madness (praise the Lord?)
Forget about the little Child,
'Little Jesus, meek and mild',
Just as long as you spend like mad
And get much more than you ever had -
What are those carols people sing,
Must they bring God into everything?
And all this talk of love and compassion,
Don't they know religion's out of fashion?
I want to enjoy my Christmas roast,
Not hear about Christ and the Holy Ghost!
The Bible's full of fairy tales,
Forget it all at the January Sales! !
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A Love Poem to My Cat Cleopatra
My little bundle of sensual delight
Sleeps on my bed through the vampire night
Giving the ghosts and the demons a fright
With her glittering eyes that shine so bright!
My little cat who knows me so well
And has rescued me from my loneliest hell,
A wizard of taste and sight and smell,
What tales do you expect a poor poet to tell?
I've got no tales of your feline power
When my world turned cold and its joys were sour,
You've been my companion in the darkest hour
As precious and beautiful as the loveliest flower!
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Odd Ones Out (a Sonnet)
The odd ones out are not to blame
Although you cover them with shame,
Although you say they're queer and bent
Just because they're different.
How 'kind' of you to call them 'gay'
When if you really had your way
You'd beat them up, no doubt about it,
You'd make the bloody poofters pay!
And what about our crippled friends?
It's time for you to make amends -
They've been the butt of so many jokes
That you have shared with other blokes.
But they've got feelings, don't you see?
THEY NEED YOUR LOVE TO SET THEM FREE.
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British Railway Blues
I'm standing in my platform shoes
Wailing and moaning the railroad blues!
It happens again and again,
Waiting and waiting for a train
(Usually in the pouring rain!) ,
What a pain!
But it gives you the time
To make up a rhyme
And wonder if it's really a crime
To trespass on the railway line.
Didn't you read what the notice said?
What a miserable fate
To be struck stone dead
By a train that's late!
Come on, let's quit,
I'm sick of it!
Don't swear or cuss
Or make any fuss,
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