Innocent people
Why must they die
Establishment must
win
that’s
The reason
why.
Lions will **** the week
Claws  they will surely
Bare
Innocent people will die
Starving Every ****** where.
When the wells run totally dry
We will have no more tears to cry
Establishment will
Turn there backs
And blatantly openly
Lie.
I will try not to believe
Our corrupt government
Who will deceive
When the well is full
And plenty
Our governors
Will be sure to empty.

Im about to write a
Simple
scary ode,
Already people
Inane people
You’ve let me
into your home.
Im going to travel up
Your sweet loving
  spinal chord
Infect your
lonesome mind
That you can be assured.
This scary ode will infect
Your home
Please my darlings
Don’t be alone.
Hope you have a password
A good security code
Because I’m scary
Quite contrary
This sweet little ode
If your reading
I do fear to dread
All you lovely  beauties
Will  end up
brown bread.

My mate bill
Invented the wheel
Had an idea from my
Mate Mike
Add another wheel
Then we’ve got a bike
On this bike we will not
Get far
Two more wheels
Will
Have a car.
My mate harry
They said was a liar
Not known to them
He was a superb flier
They  labeled him
*****  
cruelly
insane
This man  my
Friends made the aeroplane.
My friend sue was at loose end
She didn’t know what to do.
People assumed what a loon
From one socket
She made a rocket
And flew it to the moon.
My mate Mandy
she came in handy
We needed lots of parts
Getting all those ideas
In your head
Then one can make a start.

Just picked up
A pigeon
It didn’t have
A head
A car had hit
It now it’s
Awfully dead.
People looked
At it
Saying Im not
Touching that
I’ll eat it said the
Magpie and
The hungry cat.
Just spotted a car
It had no speedy wheels
Someone had nicked them
Now he knows how
The pigeon feels
People looked at the car
The car it’s not fit
For scrap
Fred and Jim
Down the cafe  said
We!ll have some of  that.

The sun has got
His hat on
Hip hip
Hip hip horray
The sun has got
His hat on and
He’s coming
Out to play.
Nuclear bomb
Has got his
Warhead on
He wants to
Come and play
He wants to travel
To the sun
And take
Our lives away.
If you have something
good
You must have something
bad
Problem with that
One makes you happy
The other so saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad

Big C is
Not the fun guy
To be
around
At all
Once he gets hold
Of you
Your gonna make
A call
He took my mate
Jim away
Riddled him with
Pain
Off to the hospice
Never to be seen
Again.
Big C
Not the fun guy
To be
around
Sometimes just a
Whiff of him
will put you
Underground
Big C took my mum away
And millions like her to
Hidden in plain sight
Don’t let big C take you too.

The man who
Invented
Scrabble died,
Was it natural
Or third degree
Put the words
Down. maybe.
Numbers attached
To letters
place
Them on a board
Put them on a
Triple just to
Boost your score.
Double was the trouble
Triple always red
Then one day a word
Did play
Fantastically high of
Score
Scrabble man had
Heart attack
He can’t play no more