Of on holiday
Going to the sun
In a paper rocket
To have some fun,
Of on holiday
Going to Venus
In a yellow camper van
Shaped like a *****.
Of on holiday
To surf the stars
In a jelly trifle
Shaped like a motor car
If I get out of this asylum
Anywhere will do
If I ask you nicely
Will you come to

I **** you
You **** me
Let's hold hands together
You **** me
I **** you
It doesn't solve whatever

Me being dead
You being dead
Let's be dead together
You being dead
Me being dead
Hasn't solved whatever

Hindsight in what's been done
It wasn't all that clever
Better to have held hands
And tried to solve whatever

rivers of history
All flowed with blood
God and the devil
Never really understood.
Caves to the skyscrapers
In a spinning sphere,
I'm not taking sides
I don't need the fear

Strategic bombs to
Nuts and bolts,do
We really care because
It's not my fault.
Our homeland has become
A vase for flowers
When faced with adversity
We must not cower.
Politicians using disasters
For political gain
While mothers and fathers
Grieve with pain
A cancer grows in bombs
And prose around the corner
Nobody knows

Consuming beans
Don't hate the can
That's what they want
Divide then profit.
The label will not write a dirge
There's **** all we can do.

Lightening in a bottle
Born to sexually thrill
Diamonds are not forever
Your poetry will always ****