I asked her for a cocktail
she gave me a Molotov
which
blew my socks off

the rest is history.

After five and still dark
can someone please switch on
the sun.

August must run in my genes
and means that July has left me.

At the end of the pier
I see her
She sees me
and we dive into the depths
of a welcoming sea,

we surface and sink
I blink and
She's gone

can somebody please
switch
on the sun.

the council courts the needy
because every London council
is greedy and feed on the poverty stricken,

it sickens me
can't pay your council tax
taken to court
sought out by the court/council employees
offered a deal
and
suddenly
well
nothing's real,
you'll be evicted
given a temporary
and you'll think yourself lucky#

well *** me
corruption is rife
what a fukin life we're living.

You work your fingers to the bone
and what do you get?
bony fingers
but we all know it
and if we don't we should

it's a case of
'Buddy can you spare a dime'
and in another time
maybe
but
we've been left holding the baby
and it's a right little *******.


Vote them in
and
they'll carry you out
because you died of the cold,
but you're old
and they don't care about you.

Lost the plot
think it's too hot?
hell has a surprise
for you.

I was roasting
and not potatoes,
but it felt so nice
I roasted myself twice.

And today the weathermen say
cooler weather is on the way,

what a miserable shower they are.

Things either pan out or you get out
there are no other choices,

fool yourself and we all do
we all make do
and then one day
when the making do
doesn't do it for you
you get out.

I am a dreamer
and she seems a nice girl,
a sugar and spice girl,
but dreams are sometimes
nightmares.

I was watching those young
rollerskaters
wearing shorts that could split
the atom.