Exactly How It Is
Did Jesus look you in the eyes?
The Gospel is a pack of lies.
Everything's a compromise.
Only senile men are wise,
The game is over, the laughter dies,
Love's just a squirt between the thighs.
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Hairy Tits
You're mine to feel and touch,
I love your hairy tits,
I love you very much
And worship you to bits!
And when you feel my crutch
I get the age-old itch,
I like you very much,
I love your hairy tits!
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An Alcoholic
You poor dear guy with fishy eyes,
The kind of man my mother would despise,
I'd love to end your hopeless sorrow
And make you well -
For you there's only today,
And, sure as hell, there'll be no tomorrow.
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Posh & Becks, etc.
Read all about them! (Posh and Becks) ,
It's far more fun than having sex!
'Hello'? 'OK! '? Down on your knees
And worship the celebrities!
Don't be a snob! It's not a crime!
It's just an utter waste of time! !
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The Intrusive Homosexual
Do I have to like you 'cos you're gay
Or else be labelled homophobic?
I don't like your manners and I don't like your face!
Your behaviour, my friend, is a perfect disgrace!
Go on, b***er off!
Get out of my space!
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A Gift of Love
Your gift to me after all these years,
The arguments, the making-up, the laughter and the tears,
All the days and nights of love, and every precious hour,
Just some old, grey pubic hairs at the bottom of our shower.
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Staying Sober
Whatever you may think
(However bad you feel)
Your cutting down on the drink
Is really quite a big deal.
You'll lose a bit of weight
And feel a good bit fitter,
So admit that you are great
And certainly no quitter!
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Jeopardy
Answering the tyranny of blood
And beckoned by lust
I have returned,
Recalling the fever in your arms
And the treacherous fragrance of your easy smile:
This is the entrance to Hades,
The Via Dolorosa of my aching flesh.
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Uncle Eric
'Two beers or not two beers? '
Joked my uncle, -
He was an alcoholic.
He died at 73,
Not bad for someone
Who'd wrecked his marriage
And career, and alienated
His family.
Two beers or not two beers?
That was the question!
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Are You a Virgin Train?
Are you a Virgin train?
I don't like to complain
But you're overcrowded and never on time!
Perhaps Mr Branson could explain
And help me finish my rhyme......
I paid my fare
And it isn't fair,
But it happens again and again! !
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