Her hair was black
Her **** where saggy
she was five foot five
just the right size

she tried her best
to make me explode
I forgive her though

use the money well
life can be cruel..
help your kids in china
go to school

My friend said you looked like a Paul
because your were tall and bald
I said you look more like an ash now
my jokes are low brow

When I am crashing down the slop
and given up hope
humour helps me cope

Sorry for your loss Rob
what do you mean?
life is not bleak
arsenal won last week

I knew you brief
bad diet
grease

listen to the radio station
very nice man
no fabrication

not just a drunk
but a man with ideas
just to many beers

self expression was the way
a poet
and a DJ

I'll keep this brief
Davina McCall Presents comic relief
but evades tax like a ******* thief

I've got endless wit
you two faced hypocrite
you make me sick  

My friend said it's stupid to care
oh well ignorance is bliss
reading this story in the paper
made me ******

Searching me down
looking for the prada
thinking every chav is selling narcotta

I  am a university man I said
well you resemble a local crackhead
said the rude fed
Whats with those meds
I went chemist for my mum
Do you think we're dumb?
tell us the truth son
those drugs are full your addiction
and that bike do you have permission?
no its my sisters she's at college
she recently left
that's technically thief

******* Hell
What is that smell
Must be the Sewage Outside
Shut the windows
The smell still lingers
Note to self wash my fingers
And my *****

Walking across the road
******
Didn't read the signs
Coast is clear
Unlike my mind
Turn back to see
Cars whizzing past
Time has progressed
I am stressed
Anxiety hits
wish a car did

Thanks for giving me access to my unconscious. You've gave me the ability to realize the truth about myself, I am to sensitive. At the beginning you where fun and sociable, seeing you in moderation made me happy. When I heard the news of my father's untimely death you where there for me, the escape you provided was appreciated. However I've grown dependent, I never properly grieved so those emotions of despair and misery still follow me. I have become jaded in my anxiety ridden life.

You don't consider my rhymes smart?
******* and your boring art
I express more with a smelly ****

There's a link between madness and creativity
That's why I'm able to rhyme so consistently
Like my father before me

Some idiots say poems are gay and dull
You have no imagination or soul
Gay is not an insult