Days aren’t available
Nights Im scraping by
Longing for the moment
To fade away and die
I was a proud man
Stature no to shabby
This whole
dying thing
Makes me
So very
unhappy.
I don’t want
any pity
We must
all see
I just want
to die
With -ucking dignity.

For forty days
And forty nights
My lover ran of
Out of sight.
I said was it
Because of the rain
She said no you
******* your
A ****** pain.

Making sense
Of your lies
They  just tare
me apart
Your my man
My lovely man
You live inside
My heart
Don’t lie to me
If you don’t care
I will love you
Everywhere.
I don’t know
Why lovers cry
I suppose
it’s because of
All those
little lies.

Tree of dreams
Tree of love
Tree of life
Tree of drugs
Tree of anguish
Tree of desire
Tree of anxiety
Tree of aspire
Tree of emotion
Tree of hurt
Tree of devotion
Tree called Bert.

Lovely woman
Of a million suns
All the
planets cower,
This lonely earth
is covered
In hate,
Please takeaway
And devour.
Lovely woman
Of a million suns
I am but a beginner
Could you see it
For me to pick a
Horse’y winner.
Lovely woman
of a million suns
Your mightiness
Is true
Could it be possible
For me to make
Love to you.
We be an item
have
Thousands more
suns
Now who
could refuse
All that burning fun.

My sweet lady of the night
Send me into the morn
You took me to the limit
Took me higher than before
Loving you is easy
It takes the way the pain
Stopping all the bad thoughts
Which are imprinted
On my brain.
My sweet lady of the night
Thoughts of you i smile
Bring me back down from heaven
And close your pearly gate.
I’ve got work tomorrow
And I am going to be
****** late.

Mr Dali
A painter of note
Painted
Something
That looked
like a goat.
Talented geezer
Obscure painting
He did
Then he would
Sell them
For a million quid.
I painted something
So Obscure they stuck
Me in a institution
While they found a cure.
The Beatles
wrote about
A dream
of all
the world
Living peacefully
in a yellow
Submarine.
I wrote what I
Thought was a
wonderful song
Meaning of the lyrics
Was taken out
of context
I got it
all Wong.
Tried my best at what I did
Beatles and Dali
Were plainly tip top ish.