why is it that in capitalism i get to say:
i can buy anything i want, given i earn enough
money to actually buy it...
                 but i wouldn't share a napkin hour
of fork and knife fencing to eat a meal
with the majority of people?
i can buy whatever i want,
              but i wouldn't spend a second
with we are the 99% of people?
                       i can see the sea of desperation
20 miles away... it looks like a giant
buffoon torpedo of farts,
god almighty, the sulphuric stench is
truly almighty, can chop down a cow dead in
its tracks within a non-statistical timing methods...
that quick.
                       but i do get to say the line:
i get enough dough to buy enough blah,
and end up not wanting the sort of company
where the blah translates into bling...
                most of the people i know
   i wouldn't eat a **** with: so... BIG UP *****!
RRRRESPECT: 2Pac sheer a kebab -
          what?! white boy gotta rhapsody.
n'ah, i'd never eat food with you,
i'd rat-out with you at the dumpster -
         when M & S was forgetting Oxford Ox-famine
          and just stashing the profit for
the filthy mouths of garbage grub.

“hi, i’m wolf” his eyes were silver. the silvered-eyed boy with brown skin.

i remember this. i remember him, the way his tongue would fiddle with his silver lip-ring on the right side of his mouth. the silver pointed studs that hooked through his left eyebrow.

the way he said my name.

i was always “carnage” from where i came. i wasn’t named that, no. but they would say it anyway, just to see if i would flinch. if i fell for it, they would follow with “you break everything you touch”.

if i fell for that?

that was why my blood was usually the one running down the sink on those nights.

“your name isn’t carnage, really? you don’t look like someone who could hurt that many souls.” my eyes fell away from his, ashamed. “tell me you don’t believe that, little lamb”

so that became my new name.

She was walking up and down rows of graves.
Looking carefully at the names and when they died.
Was she looking for someone?
No she wasn’t this is one of her hobbies, to visit graves.
She is fascinated with death.

We yell self righteous notes
When we peek within everyone is dying of sin
Broken is the helping hand
Let's pretend to be complete

Cool blue wind swept desires.
Breathless dreams warm the mind.
Bonfire memories of a two track youth.
Drama torn sorrows to adult ambitions.
Rock strewn hard beaten highways.
Languished trestle well traveled.

Holds unknown life's map.
Wide eyed unveiled truths.
Wings span to freedoms spirit.
Weathered knowledge gained.
Times promise to sworn ends.

I broke up with McDonalds
On Valentine's day
People said she was no good for me
I had to get away

So I told her, It's not you,
It's just a phase I'm going through
But as we all know -
Dumping fast food is not a pleasant thing to do.

So I broke up with McDonalds, didn't see her for a while
Was doing pretty well - there was the occasional drunk-dial
When I walked up to the window
And I slipped into the queue -
But then I came back to my senses
And realised the thing to do...

Was to keep on walking
Keep on walking
Right past her
Ignore the temptation
To suckle
On those golden arches
Ignore those bed-like burgers
And those oh-so-easy fries
Divide our shared world up
And sever all ties!

Yes! I broke up with McDonalds and my life is better for it
When my girlfriend serves up rabbit food I simply adore it
I was scared of life alone with no kebab to walk me home
But...
      What I once spent on burgers...
                                                     I now spend on...
                                                           ­                      Haribo!

Oh Haribo! Haribo!  
You are a fruit tree in a sack
And although it feels wrong to see you
Behind my girlfriend's back
She can not be hurt by wrongs she does not know!
No - the new love of my life is Haribo, oh Haribo!

But then one evening after work
My girfriend came home early.
Caught me curled up on the couch  
Soaking up her girly  
DVDs
In front of me
A bowl of
Not nuts, nor seeds...
But fizzy, yes fizzy,
Cola bottles  
That were  
FIZZY!

How could you do this?
My girlfriend screamed at me.
Cannot you see the damage that they do-eth to your teeth?
(She'd been reading Shakespeare)
No, my eyes are on my face, I can't see in my mouth.
Right, she said, If you think I'm joking then I'm going to kick you out.

So she kicked me out the flat and that was that she said.
Not quite...
I grabbed my stash of Haribo from underneath the bed.
I told her all the things about her that I really hated

And the moral is:

Relationships with things that you can't eat are over-rated.

I told the love of my life
That I was pregnant with his child
But lost it
And he said 'oh really?'
And just continued on
His world, un-shattered

I lost the love of my life
I thought that he loved me back
But he didn't
And honestly I couldn't be happier
This time, I've continued on
My world, un-shattered