A Lie That Won't Be Forgotten
I heard the Iraqi women cry
When their sons and husbands had to die
And did not have to question why -
It was the Weapons of Destruction lie.
It wasn't Saddam who was to blame
Despite his cruel, evil fame,
It was someone with a different name
Who doesn't seem to feel any shame.
You will not have too far to look
To identify this famous crook -
It may be someone you mistook
For a harmless fellow signing a book.
There isn't any mystery,
This man will go down in history,
But Fate will deny him any praise,
Controversial to the end of days.
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Homosexuality and the Roman Church
Give me a break, it's Rat again!
He's come straight from the Vatican,
The homosexuals have no hope
When dealing with the Panzer Pope!
Being queer is a disease
Like schizophrenia, if you please,
We must be careful, if we come
That it isn't in some fellah's bum! !
God won't forgive us, no indeed!
So, all you Fairies, please take heed,
Love each other, but don't do THAT
Or you'll offend the Holy Rat!
Ratswinger says it isn't nice
Indulging in this perverted vice.
A Loving God? That's all very well,
Let all the B*ggers burn in Hell! !
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A Poisoned Chalice (a sonnet)
Please don't pretend to apologise!
Wipe those crocodile tears from your eyes!
You spread your legs for those other guys
And I'm just the one that you despise!
It's me that's the victim of your lies
And you're so innocent, surprise, surprise! !
You've led me quite a merry dance
And looking back I didn't stand a chance,
You must have thought that I was blind
Being 'so sensitive and kind'.
I was a fool in my infatuation
And, no doubt, I deserve this humiliation,
Hoping, of course, you'll rot in hell
And all your faithless lovers as well! !
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A Whisky Song
I'm frightened as a little mouse
And so I drink THE FAMOUS GROUSE,
It gives me solace, makes me brave
And hastens me to an early grave!
I don't desire to live much longer -
My lust for pleasure is far stronger,
Sobriety's a load of bunk,
I'm far more happy when I'm drunk!
Whisky is my faithful friend
And it will kill me in the end,
But don't expect remorse from me,
Just laugh at my frivolity!
Go on, give over, take a break!
My health and life are both at stake,
It doesn't matter what you think,
I'm married to my favourite drink! !
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Poetry Can Damage Your Health
The day my doctor died of smoking
I bought myself a fat cigar -
I realised he must be joking,
His funeral was so bizarre:
A dwarf in multi-coloured clothing
Sang louder than the parish choir
And though my heart was full of loathing
I leapt upon the funeral pyre.
I'd often longed for such a roasting
And knew it was my friend's desire,
I shouted out 'We'll all be toasting
In Hell's incandescent fire! '
Don't be discouraged by this story,
Smoking cigarettes is fine,
Inhale them on your days of glory
And drink your fill of rich, red wine! !
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Antidotes to Apathy
Perhaps I need some therapy
Though it's never done much good to me,
Talking cures and E.C.T.,
Pills and potions endlessly!
Let's go down to the local pub,
Drink some beer and have some grub.
It'll cost money - aye, there's the rub,
You've got no money? Join the club!
Then do an evening class instead!
Remember what the teacher said,
Don't be lazy! Feed your head,
Feel satisfied when you go to bed!
Stone the crows, but life's a bore!
Housework is an endless chore,
Life's a bitch, and I want more -
I guess that's just my fatal flaw!
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A Chess Club
Just look at those players!
They sit and they squirm on hard, wooden chairs,
Engrossed in the secrets of sixty-four squares,
Shuffling and groaning and pulling their hairs
Till suddenly one of them loudly declares
'Checkmate! ' to his rival, and everyone stares! !
The loser stands up with a grimace of hate
(He's never been good at accepting his fate)
'You were lucky! ' he snarls, 'but don't underrate
Me! I'll beat you tomorrow, just you wait,
When the chess-club opens, don't be late,
We'll see who's the master, I'LL CRUSH YOU, mate! ! '
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Beautiful Tears
Meeting you in some foreign place
With the wind on your arms
And the sun in your face,
I marvelled at your girlish beauty
And your subtle Delphic grace.
Imagine my surprise
At seeing you here in another guise,
An urchin in the street
On a cold, November day with the rain in your eyes.
Love is a stranger now
And sings me no more lullabies
In the old house by the sea.
I sit here lonely and helpless, bewitched by your beautiful tears,
The cradle rocks and the baby cries.
You said you would love me forever,
Why do you tell such terrible lies?
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Forgive Me for Being So Good
Lord, forgive me for my pity
For the vagrant and the homeless.
I should have given them a home
Instead of indulging in my finer feelings.
Lord, forgive me for compassion.
What good are lotus flowers to the suffering?
If I deny myself, do I not deny others?
Their cravings will cease when I give them bread and potatoes!
But I was seduced by the purity of my thoughts!
Lord, forgive me for my guilt.
I felt guilty about my lust and anger
When I should have felt guilty about my insincerity and laziness.
Lord, forgive me for shrugging my shoulders.
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Misery of Addiction
My drunken friend, after too many beers,
Sat on the bench, fighting back his tears,
'I've tried so hard to stay off the drink
And you know what my wife and children will think! !
Is there no end to this hopeless craving?
It's my body, not soul, that really needs saving! !
Some turn to religion - so it seems -
But are they grasping at straws in their shattered dreams?
It's no good telling me something trite,
No way I'll be able to stay sober tonight! !
I just want to drown this endless sorrow
And I don't really care what happens tomorrow! !
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