Im eighty two
Have no
Memory of
You

I have a
Blank frame
A crying
Shame

A picture
Of you
Still lives
In my
Heart

Not sad to hear
Of your sudden
Demise,
I was to caught
Up in your
Web of lies.
I to fell for your
charm
I took a step back
I could see the harm
Were you a witch
A heartless *****.
You hid your evil
Very well
On your broomstick go
Straight to hell.
Lucifer is waiting
Open arms for you
My sweet lover what
Shall I do.

It’s going to be a
Blue blue Christmas
Without you to hold
They’ve nicked me
Heating allowance
It’s to ****** cold
Got the cat to keep
Me alright
I do hope Christmas
Is not ****** white.
It’s going to be a
Blue blue Christmas
With not much to eat
No ****** presents
No one to greet.
I got the cat
We we will eat
A *** of Sheba stew
Us the lonely
What can we do

Lungs are tight
I breathe in fear
Eyes are painful
No shadow to cast.
Im in my room
My temple of doom.
How long will this
Panic last.

Xenophobia
People strange
Fear of the unknown
Fear of change
Lungs go tight
Breathing shallow.
It is not right.

Anxiety will squeeze
Anxiety will freeze
No blossoming spring
No summer sun
No autumn rain
Anxiety
the fearful pain.

Oh dear what can
The matter be,
Im
Standing on suicide
Chair
Mental health
Has got the
Better of me
I think I’m beyond
Repair.
Shall I take what I can get
From this dire rhyme
Im quite sure
it’s Nearly time,
Is suicide still a
Ugly crime.
Hold on a minute
Who is this
Self righteous
Clown
Trying to converse
talk me down.
He wants me to return
To my mental hell
Dos he know that
Im not ****** well.
Nobody sheds a tear
For the mentally insane
Suicide is a get out clause
Is life just a painful game.

Santa in red
Bad boys dread
Every Christmas
He counted the dead

Dancer and prancer
Cohorts in crime
Rounded up victims
Who Santa would ****
Every Christmas
He got his thrill.

Santa the assassin
Dressed in red
Killed all the bad
People
Just as the authorities
Said

If you misbehave
In the  coming year
On Santas list you
Will appear.

If you play the game
In a different way
A visit from Santa
In his sleigh
you will not
Be seeing another
Christmas Day

Battle frighten soldier
Sweet garden rose
Rifle fire everywhere
In soil nothing grows.
Battle frighten soldier
Afternoon with tea
Shrapnel flying everywhere
Horrendous can’t you see.
Battle frighten soldier
Ice cream with blackberries
Shattered bodies everywhere
Let’s drink and all be merry.
Battle frighten soldier
Absurdity of war
Chocolate cake and daffodils
All dead upon the floor
Battle frighten soldier
Wrapped in cotton wool
Minds have been shredded
We’ve been taken all for fools
Battle frighten soldier
Singing songs of glee
There’s only death in war
Im of to hug a tree.