Poison flowing
Through one’s veins
Life has become
A crying shame.
This affliction
Caused by addiction
Stuck in morphine rain.
Once I was joyful
Now riddled in woe
Travelling life’s highway
With nowhere to go.

Locked inside
Can’t express
Holes to deep
Emotions dry
Not knowing why.
Closed shop
No highs
Continual drop
No hope
No scope
Suicidal thoughts
Neck to rope.
Locked into dark
Always recession
No brightness
Deep in depression.
Ease the pain
release the chain
No charm
Self harm
Dull life
Bloodied knife
Turn left
Turn right
At the end
There’s always light

I have learned
It’s not good to burn
There’s fire in her heart
She manipulates me she
Has done from the start.
I don’t want an easy life
Excitement this I yearn
It’s all fair in love and war
Therefore I must burn.
What is life
I don’t want
Just to exist.
Im going to burn
Not fade into the mist.

My name is Dave
I survived the plague
I did my best
I built a nest
Right on top of
Of Mount Everest.

My name is Rick
I survived the titanic
I did something daft
Ordered an taxi
And got the Kon tiki raft.

My name is Ronald
Survived Chernobyl
It was tricky
I pulled a sicky
I moon lighted
I was so delighted
I do not regret
I went to the ascot races
And had a bet.

My name is Stan
I survived the war
They call Vietnam
Ate my beans and
Stayed in the can
Lady
was with me
Anything goes
I got to know
Nursey Vietnam rose.

Everything is blue today
Sun is out and shines
Clouds have departed
And left the rain  behind.
Everything is bright tonight
The fullness of the moon
Stars seem to look bouncy
With their big red balloons.
The moon
The sun
and stars are
Having a cocktail party,
Drinks were served and
Cup cakes were ate
On through till morning
Just before the  day breaks.
The sun has a hangover
Not feeling very bright
Drank too much spirit
Not a pretty sight
Everything is dull today
The sun doesn’t want to play
Moon and stars have
Disappeared down the
Milky Way

Forever in brown jeans
I know it looks
rather queer
Apparently it’s
hereditary
This substance
called Diarrhoea
Do You
know when you
have  been
Because the local
doctor said
It runs in
your genes.

The sun needs
A holiday
It wants to
Getaway
Needs a
Different
outlook
Somewhere
Nice to play.
A dip in the
Ocean
Smoke a big
Cigar
Cool down
A little
Drive a red
Ferrari car
Hang out
With ladies
Eat olives
From a jar
Drink fancy
Cocktails in
A suave and
swanky bar,
Like to get
Married
Ride a hobby horse
Now that last one
Is stupid of course.