Sweet little buttercup
Nature will bite
A thought might abuse you
just not tonight.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
When nature bites
Who will care about you

Bluebells and cyanide
Razor blade wine
Horror of the thought
Your sun will not shine

Tulips and daffodils
Bloom in acid rain
Who will call
When your heart is in pain

Everything is black
But oh so jolly
Even made thee arc lady
Into a charred ice lolly.
Winnie the poo
Was a Russian spy
Everything so interesting
all truths are not lies.
Elvis still lives
On a red bus on the moon
all guns in America being
Banned quite soon.
living on Mars
As the ice age recedes
No more news please please please.
The church and the blue blood
Have run the masses by fear
news is news year after year
Who do we believe
The newscaster in straight jacket
Or the puppeteer
Whose killing who
With a bright pink smear.
We must all believe in the written word
The books tell stories it's all made up news.

A **** spy
A woman of joy
Lovers in war
I was their boy
Growing up
Twisted and wrong
for this earth
I did not belong
Running wild
Thee alpha male
From these shores
One had to sail
Crossed so many oceans
Crossed so many seas
Those fearsome waves
They believed in me
Reaching open land
Alpha and free
Running wild
This was right for me
To eat I could ****
This I understood
I needed the taste
Of nice warm blood
Animals and humans
We're being ate at my table
Cannibilistic me
So sociabally unstable
I was the hunter
Everything was prey
Those wolves in society
Will once win the day
Born a killer
From two twisted souls
Heart of a lion
Bitter and cold
everywhere I travelled
Pastures turned red
So I cut my throat now
On those plains I lay dead.
the wolves devoured me
They had,now had there day
The law of nature says its
The ******* way

Mornings always broken
Icicles form in flame
I'm doing the foxtrot
In razor blade rain.
Afternoon then arrives
Drugs have kicked in
All things being unequal
A symphony of din.
Darkness has fallen
Time will not rhyme
I'm waiting for midnight
With a six o'clock chime.
Mornings always broken
On a pillow of glass
Why doesn't the sun
Shine out of my ****?

wheelhouse dark
emotionless freak
Floating in a storm
Everything is bleak.
Dancing with hell
In a bottomless pit
Wheelhouse dark
Covered in ****.
Friday morning
Never to be seen
My date with the maker
wheelhouse unclean.
Nice clean shirt
Pants and a belt
Everything bleak
This is how I felt
Rubber bullets
Bouncesd around my brain
Wheelhouse broken
I'm going insane.
Dancing with a swan
On a lake so black
Even thee eider
Doesn't paper the crack.
Who am I now the wheelhouse is dark
Ask the bench in a lonely park.

Narcacistic fruit cake
Ingredients one ****** flaw
dancing to the tune of the mirror
While my Life is such a bore.
Mixing me with me me me
A fruit cake of wonderful taste
Dancing to the tune of one
While my  life is such a waste.
Mirror mirror on the wall
Why aren't you looking at I
This recipe for disaster
will make my whole life cry.
my name upon the masons stone
Read, here lays  Adonis me
they buried me with my
Golden mirror,for all of eternity

Loneliness is a cancer on hold
Both ******* will make you bald.
Loneliness is a living cremation
alone, shackled to burn
putting hell on a roundabout
Static with nowhere to turn.
loneliness is a kiss from a mirror
Forever a childless womb
never ever looking forward
It's an abyss a empty tomb.
On a cheery note
I can't upset anybody