My mate Vincent
Diamond geezer
Loved poppy juice
And his Mona Lisa
Upon a darken starry night
He would show her
His guiding light,
With all his sunflowers
And a wooden chair
Mona Lisa wanted to share
My mate Vincent
Diamond geezer
Did everything for mona
But could not please her.
This left Vincent very sad
Down and out feeling bad
Of to the asylum
With a smile there he
Would paint and stay awhile
He always missed his Mona Lisa
He still died a earless geezer

I wandered lonely
As a perfect loon
With my bake bean tin
And my silvery spoon
Kings and queens
Would bow to me
I’m the happy enemy
Singing all dancing
Such a happy chap
I’m a nuclear bomb
In a bowler hat
This ****** loon
Once kissed the sun
Jumped over the moon
Just having some fun
My bake bean tin
And my silvery spoon
in tow
Explosion of laughter
In the horror show
I’m just the jester
A perfect disguise
When the bake bean tin
Explodes
The laughter dies

Years have passed
You suddenly died
It was long ago
You were my bride
Thoughts of you
Passed daily
Through my mind
Never once going blind
We Will be together again
In heaven above
Stay twinkling my star
My sweet love

R I P

Blue river runs softly
Through my mind
Eradicating dark thoughts
That have been unkind
Blue river runs sweetly
Through my eyes
Eradicating images whom
Have been unkind
Blue river runs kindly
Inside my tears
Conquering despair
And all my fears
Blue river has hope
She gave me life
I took her hand and
She became my wife

The poetry writer
With an evil quill
Disguised as poems
These writings did ****
Readers were tempted
Into there impending demise
Into the reading you hear the cries
The pages of this book
We’re bound by dread
The horror would come
The more you read,
By the end the writings
you died with a smile
Reading this ******* was it worthwhile?
The poetry writer
With an evil quill
Took to writing like
Flour in the mills
The more people read
The more it would ****
So don’t be tempted
Go on give it a go
Open the book let the evil flow

Sitting on this electric chair
There dabbing water on my hair
Not long just seconds to go
Life for me was one hell of a show.

I was bad
I was good
So so sad
Misunderstood

Chemicals in my head
Would send me awry
Thee anger within
Made good people cry

This anger inside me
Was to be my doom
Society locked me up
Had bars round my room

Had I really committed a crime
Was I so bad
Was I not good
All of my writings
Were written in blood

Born from testicles of
Rotten hate
This was karma
This was fate
There pressing the switch
There closing the gate
Whoops I’m gone!

Walking cobbled streets
In thee old part of town
A beautiful lady passed
Wearing red flowing gown
Street lights did flicker
They seemed to be in awe
Looking a million dollars
She was top box office draw
She second glanced me
Sent my heart a good rate
Then she suddenly stopped
And asked me for a date
Confused and bemused
I was not going to say no
From that moment onward
Two winds would blow.