Lips tasting of cyanide
Your so dressed to ****
I need all your loving
Excitement and thrill
Such an hour glass figure
You look so elegantly chic
Scented by the devil
With cyanide you reek.
I'll be your next willing victim
To be ensnared in your web
Even I'm knowing I'm going to
Wind up dead.

I am marcell deuschamp of
Poetry I like to write some crap
Sitting on a toilet seat
Waiting for a bigish,super mishap
Am I an artist I like to take the ****
Liking my work shall always go amiss.
Whistler had his mother
Edvard munch got his scream
Constable had his haywain
While my ***** stayed unclean
Wordsworth has got all his words
Aesop reads his fable
Deuschamp had no talent so he just
crapped upon his table
Vincent had his flowers
Shakespeare had his plays
I like writing crap poetry
Just to fill up all my days

I met a blue budgie
High on a perch
Where are you going
What is your research
The budgie had flown
Out of the window
And now I am totally free
So I ate the little ****
I ate  it for my tea
Freedom is  so dangerous
You must learn all the rules
I met a blue budgie
Or was it just a fool.

Haunted house situated on Apple hill
Evil lived there as time stood still
Spirits would play ghouls would ****
In that haunted house on Apple hill
Was I brave or foolish,I had to go
So I went to visit this horror show
I rang the doorbell of this haunted house
It screamed like a lion roared on by a mouse
Hinges creaked the door opened wide
Taking a deep breathe I strode inside
Ghostly appirations flew all over the room
Showing no fear.knowing my appending doom
Noise was deafening,the screams did thrill
In that haunted house on Apple hill.
Sitting down in an old dusty chair
Near a fire of bones,I just didn't care
A demon appeared and sat down beside
Said he was the spirit of Doctor jeckyll and Hyde
Please I said you will not frighten me
Be a good fellow a make me some tea
The demon roared with laughter and howled if in pain
Then asked me if I was brave or ****** insane
I replied I need some thrills I need some fun
Then he blew my brains out with his gun
I liked this house on Apple hill
Where time stood stood still now my turn to ****
Could you be the next visitor to visit this place
So I can be chilling so thrilling by eating your face.

Swam five oceans
Swam seven seas
To say these words
To the tune of three
Climbed Mount Everest
Walked to Kathmandu
To say these words
These words to you
I've been to heaven
I've ran through hell
These three little words
To you I must tell
I searched and searched
I tragically went blind
Year upon year
Going out of my mind
Then I died
I did not know what to do
So on my epitaph I had
Written I hate you

Sun is one big burning star
Drove there once in my motor car
Astronauts,moon what's all that fuss
We had already been there in a big red bus
Mount Everest conquered what a sham
I'd already been pushed up there in a one wheeled Pram.
Victoria falls went over inside a barrel we danced
All night in Russia's Chernobyl
Creative creativity dancing in radiated rain
In my little cuckoos nest recovering not sane.
Next week going over to the planet Venus
In a camper van shaped like a big yellow *****
Of to the sun in sugar-paper plane
You to can come to in my ticketless game
Still I'm locked up in flesh eating chains
Going supersonic on a ***** trapped train
One day I will come back to uninteresting earth
I think I've been mental since the day of my birth

Driving with my brakes on
Lions have knocked my pride
I haven't got a button
So I can override.
Led boots holding,dragging me back
Guilt covers all my lonesome cracks
My sea hasn't  got a brightly tide
Cannot find the button so I can
Override
Crying crying,crying without tears
Static emotions dammed by all my fears
Can you be my open gateway
To whom  which I can confide
Will you be my faithful button
So l can override