I walked through the shadows
Not all of them were death

I walked through angels
With bitterness in my breath

I walked through humanity
Confused of wrong and right

I walked through space
Like a star in the night

I walked through dream land
Crawling on hands and knees

I walked through dimensions
Looking for the keys

I walked through people
Feeling all their pain

I walked through myself
Hiding in the rain

I walked through nature
Buoyant and full of zest

I walked through peace
And laid myself to rest

Denials, lies, witch hunts and files
Hidings their faces
Aiding their cause
Laughing at justice
Laughing at right
The innocent are never innocent
In the cold moons light

Out on the street
Under the stars
Lives a man
With pickles in jars
In a ripped tweed jacket
And blue suede shoes
He thinks he’s elvis
Singing the blues
The demon drink
Has destroyed his brains
But life isn’t over
As it runs through his veins
He Battles the foxes
Over the bins that they share
And swears at people
Who see him and stare
His name is Francois
And his home is a bench
If you ask him a question
He’ll answer in french
The eccentric forgotten star
Still likes to entertain
Watchers showing interest
A distraction from the pain

****** corona virus
What a waste of time
I have to miss my yoga session
And that’s just a crime
My husband works in the commons
Whilst I work as a lawyer
I am extremely extremely angry
The local Waitrose has no soya
My husband has missed his bowls game
And little Tarquin can’t play polo
As for the trip to the opera
It appears I’m going solo
Of course I won’t criticise the government
They keep us in good wealth
Maybe one point now though
Is what’s happening to our health
We probably won’t go to St Tropez
Did you know we’re from Surrey
I’ll just arrange a dinner party
After all we’ve got plenty of money

I’m loud I’m brash made of glass
Why do I act this way
Is it because I’m a bit naive
Or just confused everyday

I’m small I’m tall made to fall
Why do I feel this way
Is it because I listen around
And believe the words that they say

I’m up I’m down running around
Why do I hurt this way
Is it because my weak little mind
Deserts me come what may

I’m fun I’ve won I think I’m done
Why do I pretend this way
Is it because my other face
Makes me believe I’m doing okay

I’m in I’m out I need to shout
Why do I cry this way
Is it because my beating heart
Has died and gone away

I’m restless I’m mad my thoughts are sad
Why do I live this way
Is it because somewhere inside
My soul left me yesterday

The bees started fighting
Over what I just don’t know
One threw a sneaky punch
Then they all had a little go
Yellow and black in tandem
Buzzing round the bar
Stinging, punching and biting
Oh how very very bizarre
A glass went crash
A plate when whack
Mr Sting slumped to the floor
As the chair bounced of his back
The bee police were called in
All riot shields and batons of wood
To separate the warring gangs
As only they really could
They threw in the tear gas
And tasered many a bee
The trouble they dealt with in no time
And then home for some milk and honey

What song today my boy
Van halen or the Who
Which song do you believe
Really interests you
What about the Beatles
Or the Stones or Carole King
Which song in the world
Would to you happiness bring
Maybe you like the Smiths
Or a little bit of the Jam
One of these songs I’m playing
Must make you give a ****
What about Motorhead
Or the Eagles playing a rift
That beautiful country sound
Just makes you slowly drift
What about Black Sabbath
Or Led Zeppelin turned up high
The magic of Jimmy Page
Well he almost makes me cry
I’m going to have to face it
My music taste has been given a knock
Cause the only sound you seem to hear
Is the ticking of the kitchen clock