Taking everything
Everything that was free
Taking the flowers,
Flowers from the open cemetery
Mean as ebineezer scrooge
A man with a terrible curse
He once pinched fifty pounds
Out of mother Teresa's
Purse
Nothing phased him
He was Mean as he could be
Even took a shilling
Of child who was only three
This mean old bar steward
Destined to expire all alone
Even God wiped all his memories
And left him,well bared to the bone
Didn't deserve an epitaph
For it would have surely read
Hear lies one mean bar steward
Everyone's quite happy now he's
Meanly dead

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My next attempt is to write
invisible poetry
Here goes

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Love is a tidal wave of emotion,
A symphony of smile
Cocooned in harmony
Please can you stay a short while
Flowers blossoming in the midday sun,
To a crescendo of smell
All Wrapped up in cotton wool
Besotted I can tell
Swimming in delirium
Swimming in total bliss
Waiting with the tingles
To receive that first sweet kiss
Giving and receiving
Prose and the right text
Love will last at least to tomorrow
All depends on what you do next.

Frozen sheer terror
Abyss,blackened doom
This is how it  all started
In my mothers womb.
I was quite happy swimming
Around in daddies sac
If I was given a big choice
I would gladly have swam back.
I had no choice in the matter,
I was a crime without a face
Little ole heartless me about
To join the human race.
Mummy was screaming when
I came out of that dark abyss
Reeking of unhappiness
About to receive my first kiss
My I was a difficult
My I was fu--ing bad
Rotten to the bone
Making everybody oh so sad.
They gave me the name of
Chucky
They made movies about I
I was a bomb in a bowler hat
Surely making the whole world cry.
They said I was paranormal
A freak without a heart
On the scale of one to ten
I wasn't even on the chart
Being a bad omen
A tortured exorcist
I would walk upon your grave
And take a warming p-ss
Shock horror, ingesting all the pain
one flew over the cuckoos nest
Please release me from my chain
Hannibal lector, vladimere the impaler
We're quirky whimps compared to me
I don't know where I'm going with this
So I'm going to walk among the dead
Then  I'm coming back to haunt you
And cut of your miserable head

Sitting on a wall
Outside hotel ****** sh-t
A squirrel sat next to I
So I fu--ing killed it.
What else was I to do
Sit there and converse see
That to me is how i behave
To you it might be perverse.
Sitting on a wall
Taking in the dark side of the moon
Sitting outside hotel ****** sh-t
With pink floyd my mate the loon.
I don't get many visitors and
Nobody will sit next to me.

Mother with an empty chair
It's a hazard,a side affect of war
Father with an empty chair
Asking what was it all for
Fighting for freedom
Fighting for political gain
Fighting for anything is
Going to cause somebody pain
Especially for the suicide bomber
Asking for a day of sick
Just to become a broken wall
Now missing a lot of brick
Mother with an empty chair
At home left with just despair
Pictures, framed photographs
Do governments really care.

Hi I do not know ,what I should like
So it's hard for me to review
So when someone asks to
Like there work,I haven't got a clue
See I'm a narcissistic psychopath
Think of that as you wish
I can not comment on this I'm like water
Without a fish
I like to write a stories fact or story telling lies
Nothing seems real in my life
I just have to wonder why