I breathed therefore
I existed
Mostly bitter
Always twisted.
No respect
Just did kindness
No narrowness
Never blindness.
With an open mind
Always weird
This death of mine
I shall not fear.
Just a footnote
Nearly forgot
Anybody out there
Join me in me
Wooden box
Can be lonely
You know
Just a thought.

Electric, electric man
Why do you make me cry
I will -ucking tell you
Your Prices are too high.

Gasman gasman
You to make me cry
Bring down your prices
The cold makes people die.

Sainsbury’s Tesco’s
You to make me cry
Profiteering *******
Food can’t be priced
This high.

All you brexeteers
Who voted let’s get out
Blame it on the Russians
Was this to a good shout.

Labour ,conservatives
got into bed with the reds
Now cap in hand to the
Americans just to get fed.

It’s all reverting back
To the bad old days
Where rich suppressed
The poor
We all know
what happened there
Two world wars.

Why are we feeding arms
It makes us lots of money
Depramental to our own
Health it’s sad
but really funny.

Cat hairs in me fridge
Cat hairs in me tea
Cat hairs in me coffee
Cat hairs on me
Everyday I hoover
Molly likes  it to
Im fed up of hoovering
But what can I do.
She is an adoring cat
Never misbehaves
She’s  still
A hairy cat
Can’t get myself to shave.
Molly the fur ball
Hair everywhere
Really my lovely
I just don’t care.
Hair on my bed
Covered by her fleece
Me and Molly
All curled up
Seemingly at peace.

You have
A good heart
In an ugly body
Even your
wheelchair smells
Just a bit to shoddy
I to have
A good heart
And an ugly body
My wheelchair
Stinks and to is
Rather shoddy.
Two smelly wheelchairs
Two good hearts
In loving terms
Thats a good start

There’s a breezy wind
Down bridal path
Morning birds
Tweeting
Having a laugh.
Mr fox ambled by
With distain let
Out a sigh
On her branch
Mother hawk sat
Eyes her prey
A nice brown rat.
Rabbits and hares
Unregimented in
The field skittering
Around Without a care.
Roe deers appear
So aloof
Walk this bridal path
It happens that’s
the truth.

Put 100 pounds
On a horse
You got it
Lost of course
Put 100 pounds
On bang on the bell
Lost on that
It fell as well
Put 100 pounds
On who’s the face
Guess what never
Finished the race.
Put 100 pounds
On number eight
On the off just
Sat in the gate.
400 pounds give it
One more shot
Put 100 pounds down
And lost the lot.
Nothing was going to stop
This losing run
Should have gone to
The brothel and had
Some fun