A Love Story for Thinkers
He sat all alone in his lousy bed-sitter,
Feeling fed-up and angry, frustrated and bitter,
If his girlfriend annoyed him, he'd cheerfully hit her,
She'd called him a moron and a 'stuck-up bull-shitter! '
If she wanted to know, there was a lot he could teach her,
He'd read all the thinkers like Camus and Nietzsche,
She called him a fool, was he 'some kind of Preacher? '
What a miserable lass! What a superficial creature!
He'd sit right down and write her a letter,
Be as fair as he could, try not to upset her,
Though she'd ruin his life if he foolishly let her -
How sincerely he wished that he never had met her!
It came as a shock when she chose suicide,
The minute he heard it he broke down and cried,
He felt lost and dumbfounded and angry inside -
She'd done it to hurt him, to injure his pride!
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A Cure for My Paranoia
'What did you say? You've got a nerve!
You're asking for trouble, it's what you deserve!
Everyone thinks you're some kind of perve.
You'd better be careful or you'll get some stick,
My girlfriend says you're a stupid pr*ck!
F*ck off! Get lost! Don't hang around here,
You fat old loser, you filthy queer! '
That's the sort of welcome I get in this town,
It's mindless and stupid and it's getting me down,
Sometimes I feel I should throw in the towel,
They treat me like sh*t, their language is foul,
I could drink some whisky and swallow some drugs
And then I'd be free of this collection of mugs!
An overdose is a coward's way out,
What can I do? I'm tormented by doubt,
Please take me in and try to understand
All that I want is some help from a friend.
How could it be possible you don't have a clue
That my raison d'etre is my love for you,
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Our Good Friend Roger
Roger belongs to the chosen few
Who are far more accomplished than me or you,
While we are uncertain, they know what to do
Should they be feeling lonely or anxious or blue.
Roger's a winner, he knows where to go
And who to take with him to the latest show,
If he offers you a drink it's rude to say 'No' -
There's no doubt about it, Roger's a pro.
Some women are smitten by the look in his eyes
And fall for the man with the perfect disguise;
I was like them myself, taken in by his lies -
I didn't want to be someone Roger would despise.
He's no time for weakness, our immaculate friend,
There aren't many people Roger can't bend
To follow his instructions right to the end
Whatever the dictates of conscience pretend.
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A Quiet Evening at the Pub
'It's my opinion, ' the stranger said,
Though nobody'd asked for his point of view,
'That a pint of this Scottish Export
Is best followed up by a chaser or two! '
But the other drinkers simply ignored him,
He obviously had had a few,
Perhaps he was a travelling salesman,
At any rate, he was 'passing through'.
So they continued to talk about football
As people in pubs quite often do,
Their little hobby was so important
And why he had spoken they hadn't a clue.
'Well whats the matter with you b*stards?
Don't you realise that I'm talking to you?
You've got no manners but you'll regret it,
Do you know what I am going to do? '
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Boys In Blue
Kind policemen gently hitting people over the head with their loving truncheons. How sexy they look in their dark blue uniforms and walkie-talkies bristling with efficiency they've got such lovely names like Neil or Robert or Liam I wouldn't mind going behind the bushes with one of them! ! Arrest ME please, let me fondle those crazy handcuffs! Yes, let's have some S&M back at the station. Oooh, take me in your panda car! ! Let's have some body talk in the cells, punching me softly with his song, getting a kick out of my shins, I think you guys are awesome really, always where the action is brave and dedicated, bring back the George Cross and let me kiss your manly black shoes, you'd never hurt an immigrant would you, no I'm not racist I just hate black people and gays and ponces, I've got a mate who's collecting asbos he's got three already and I had fun when I was on community service stealing old ladies handbags while they made me a cuppa for doing their garden! Yeh I support the boys in blue alright don't talk to me about homophobia suck my dangling lily! ! But I don't like criminals, they're getting what they deserve living off our taxes string 'em up, make them work for a living the bloody skiving scumbags! Bring back the death penalty and just give me some peace and quiet to cuddle my policeman! !
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Doomed to Die?
That old man over there looks a bit of a freak
Thought the woman sitting in the opposite chair,
He just sits there fidgeting and he doesn't speak
Wearing an expression of absolute despair!
Perhaps he's just fallen out with his wife
Or had some bad news but what do I care?
It's not up to me to rearrange his life,
There are people with problems almost everywhere.
I think I'll go out for a cigarette
She decided and smiled, for a bit of 'fresh air',
It's hardly time for my appointment yet
And I'm getting the creeps with him sitting there!
As she stood outside smoking she heard a loud thud
And went back in and saw him lying there,
Twisted and crumpled and covered in blood,
It was over his clothes and smudged in his hair.
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About God and Life and that Sorta Stuff
I need Your help, Lord, what should I do?
I don't know how to pray to You,
My words are jumbled up, confused,
My conscience prods me, I'm accused
Of doing things I shouldn't do
And thinking things I shouldn't think
And drowning everything in drink! !
I remember, when I went to school,
I thought the teacher was a fool;
How could a person who was crucified
Come back to life? I was sure he lied.
The Virgin Birth was just a joke,
Women can't get pregnant without a bloke,
Who was this teacher trying to kid?
I knew far more than that teacher did!
Why should I care about my soul?
I was much more interested in Rock & Roll!
My Christian friends seemed rather wet
(But they were tempted too I bet!)
While they were keeping their conscience clean
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