This one will blow your brains out
and this one will put them back in
but if you have any sense at all
you'll put those drugs into a bin.

Sense it?
common sense is becoming rarer than rare earth.

Diets?
could be,
eat this for instant idiocy.

I'm getting too old for this.
He said, as he got even older.
She said,
not on my watch you're not
and She's got a point.
I go along with that idea
because it keeps me young.

Into the desert of the day
the sun
the sun
the light burns off the last
of the night
and

I wrote 'and' because now
I have to think of what to write,

so hot
eggs cook in their box
I wear socks with sandals
people don't think I'm jesus
just crazy.

and
yeah 'and' again
because it's Thursday
and my back aches

quickly takes
a panadololol
which started as a panadol
but then I laughed.

Believe it
when you're homeless
and you crash out
take the cyclizine
and you'll cash out,

it's a cancer
but
not of that kind

Society will remind you
that
everything you do
is down to you
well
*** them too.

we're amazing
trying to fit in
but
can't even get in
to a hostel.

Years
and I've been waiting
for the change
they say that's coming
it's all bollix
because
this is a business.

I'm going to be the first to say it.

ooh isn't it hot?

c'mon, someone has to
so why not me?

She says,
Hot!
be thankful for what you've got
and quit with the bellyaching.

It could be worse
I could be going to work
oh, wait
I am.

They tell me to be polite
and not to write about
the monsters that we might
encounter through the night..
..okay

everything is lovey dovey
there are no succubi
I wonder now why I
ever thought there was.

She says,
that's so much nicer
but She would.

I am bound to her by
the chains of my heart

jeez
I do got a heart?

seems so
and She should know,
but She
wanders off
to sleep
I suspect,

but then
I always do.

Even when you're looking
you might never see it coming.

There's a law, it might be Murphy's
but I know it's on the books
because I saw it in the minutes
before the hour of twelve.

I'm only trying to keep my mind on
that thing I might not see
and just as suddenly, it's gone.

Nothing to write home about
it happens now and then
so I'll save my Indian Ink
and poke my eyes out with the pen.

It's Tuesday as expected
and
unexploded as of yet.

Sirens
twenty floors below,
sound travels
don't you know

I knew
but
I always did.

The Government robbing us
banks are fobbing us off
where is that man of the cloth
when will the miracle come
who has the key to the cellar door
and why lock away the ***?

Oh
vote us in
and
they said you'll all be quids in
but we won't get a look in
until the cupboard's bare.

Despair
sounds very out there
wailing by the wall
and there's always something else to see
when you think you've seen it all.

No man is an Alcatraz is what Donne should have said
we think we're self sufficient but we're locked inside our head
and the tide of time will drown out rhyme
plotting course and to be led
halfway around the seven seas
to a
dead reckoning in bed.