Riding this horse
Through glens
And dales
being chased
By demons and
Witches that wail.
Being closed down
At very high speed
Now Im thinking
I shouldn’t have
Smoked that ****.
The horse then
Turned into a unicorn,
In my right hand
Appeared a brass horn
I put to my lips and blasted
Out a tune
What was I hearing 99
Red balloons
Still this tune upon
This day
Kept those demons
and witches away.

Im guilty as charged
I’ve committed a sin
Im keeping my sin
Tightly within
Actually I would
Rather not
I had *** with the
Wife’s sister
She’s rather hot.
I don’t even like her
The nether regions
We’re warm
All this is going to do
Is kick up a storm.
Shall I let it run
its ugly course
Keep my sin to myself
Looks like we’re heading
For divorce
What the future holds
I shall ponder and dread
All I can say her sister
Is great in bed.

Me and my mate Dave
Hang upside down
Inside a cave
We watch cricket
we would like a go at that
Problem is we’re just
Two bats.

Dreaming Im floating
In the depths of dark
Im swimming in the sea
Being chased  by sharks.
Running through fires
Bombs dropping from sky
Flying with butterflies
In these dreams I die.
I crawl down the stairs
Being chased by the dark
Midnight is coming
The clocks start to bark.
Im out with the fairies
Surfing the Milky Way
These nights I dream
I come out to play.

Lost as lost
As lost can be
Squares are
Fitting into circles,
This is confusing me.
Running thoughts are
Scattered inside
My  broken mind
Life has flipped and
Gone unkind,
The scent of my lover
I shall not smell
The unforgivable *****
Ran off to hell.
She needed a devil
She needed fun but
Im going for a coffee
And a hot cross bun.

My home city
Is going into decay
Councillors are useless
With nothing to say.
Bungs from builders
Corruption rife
City falling
down a rat hole
It’s losing its life.
Venues for entertainment
Closing there doors
Brothels are opening
Full of ******.
Bus shelters
smelling of ****
People in authority
It’s the poor they bleed,
My home city will
Always be blue
Run by incompetence
And haven’t a clue,

My woman
Put a spell on me
The clutches
Are tight I
Can’t get free.
She has this lure
There is no cure,
Her heart ain’t golden
Nor innocent or pure.
Her heart is a star
She’s a strange brew
She’s very  cryptic
Never blue,
Who am I to
Enjoy this treasure
Full of life and
****** pleasure.