Well I guess at this stage of my life
It's unlikely Fame will ever find me
Guess I must have missed my Boat,
sailed off without me
Must have missed my Train too, left
me standing in the station
(Did I ever really want to go anyway ?)
Probably missed the Bus as well, by
the look it.
I guess you might say things are
looking kinda bleak
But y'know, I've been thinking...
maybe...what if...I wonder ?
Supposing I was to spice things up a
Add a little controversy to the mix
Like a mischievous Madonna or a
I read somewhere once that some
artists before they can create
They gotta set a scene first, gotta
create an atmosphere, a certain
So they do weird things, they light
candles, burn incense
Put on strange music, wear strange
outfits of clothes.... a favorite hat
Helps put them in an altered state of
But y'know Me! No! I don't need to do
any of that
Me! I just like to keep things simple
Me! I just like to, well, I just like to do
it in the ****
No!!! Not when I'm in the mood
In the ****!! IN THE ****!!!
Yea, I like to get it out when there's no
There's nothing I like more when I get
through my front door
Than flinging my clothes off
My knickers they land on a picture,
my pants their down the hall
My shirt's up on a lampshade, my
vest's up on the wall
Gotta bare my body before I can bare
I like the freedom it affords;
And like a Scotsman and his kilt
I like to wave it around a bit
Till I'm ready to take my seat, my
Muse for to meet
Descending like some beautiful
winged Pegasus from the sky
I wait till she alights, then I surprise
I jump on board and ride her
Rising way above the Earth, the two of
Wild and free, with nothing at all
Together we traverse, yea! together we roam, the wondrous skies of the
Like some incredible!...amazing!...
Wait a minute! what's that I hear
outside my door
A Big Ship's ****** a hollering, a
Train's whistle a wailing
A Bus's horn too, beep beeping... all
And jostling with one another to get to
Man! Their coming so fast I think their
gonna crash into one another
All wanting to take me away with
them, take me away from here
And promising me all kinds of crazy
Just goes to show.... But remember
It ain't lewd and it ain't rude
To be a Dude who likes to write in the
In fact... in fact, it's quite cool
(actually it's very cool Brrrrrrr....hey!
someone shut that door!).
A bit of fun. Would do anything these days for Fame or Infamy, anything to get me off the old 9 to 5 treadmill. A poem about, well, freedom. Next time a politician speaks of freedom, you can smile knowingly.
Lady Godiva, legend has it rode naked thru town as penance for her husband's harsh taxing of its inhabitants. No one was supposed to look at her, but one brave soul named Tom did, hence the term "peeping tom". And not many people know that. (read this somewhere on the web whether true or not).