once there was some self respect,now, life is control by drug useing interlect.taking all selflove aspect.turning you into a reject, forgeting pain so quick is incorrect truly a drug user defect.
Dust inches high
No-were to walk
Time has now come
To take charge of my brother's flat.
No-one should have to live like that.
a human disgrace.
Authorities not acting before this.
Only because my voice wouldn't cease.
I fought like cat and dog.
To gain their attention .
Beyond his capability.
He hasn't got the mental capability
Time has now come
For an assessments of his needs ..
I miss you less than a mousehole moon.
I miss you less than a catflapped cocoon.
I miss you like I miss a swaggering buffoon.
I miss you less than a household name,
ergo I miss you less than Cheggers or Charlemagne.
I miss you like I miss being
in a portaloo in a typhoon.
like **** on my shoe
or **** on my socks.
I miss you less than Miss Hoolie from 'Balamory' on CBeebies
misses her sidearms. I miss you like Balamory misses H-achin'
'ooligan McDougalls from the pen of Irvine.
I miss you less than, I dunno,
the last of the Val Doonicans.
I'd miss you if I was sick as a skaggot of selfrespect.
Should I miss the vortex which was there
instead of wholesome loving whoresex?
I miss you like I miss
a spacehopper on the tightrope.
I miss you like I miss the Corpse of Hope.
I miss you like Christ misses his bike
or a fish misses a feminist.
could not miss missin' 'To The Manor Born'
both 1st time round and on Gold
the other umpteenillion showings,
or in anthologised form on boxset
Yet I miss you less than that,
less than another time, place and culture's trivia
millennia after my death.
Hera forbid I'm one of Cupid's flibbertigibbets,
but I've no weepy wist for you now,
not e'en the weeniest whit,
now I bask in the favour, all righty,
coz what me and my newbitofstuff's got
is bona fide.
I even miss all the times I missed before I met her;
I'd exchange ever being with you to have got here earlier.
But if I'm pushed,
as much as I miss Princess Diana's.
Call me 'Percy Controversy'
(or Controversial Percival the Thirdival in front of royalty),
but I never met the Lady.
I have murdered my selfrespect.
It only took one look and in that time everything I stood for crumbled.
I am marred,
all it took was a smile, a touch,
skin on skin.
The gentle caress of your fingertips on the back of my hand,
that is all it took to break my restraint.
As we tore at our clothes, we freed ourselves
we became one,
in that moment something happened that I cannot explain.
I lost everything,
yet found something.
— The End —