#knickers
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
bit
Add a little controversy to the mix
Like a mischievous Madonna or a
Prince (R.I.P).
I read somewhere once that some
artists before they can create
They gotta set a scene first, gotta
create an atmosphere, a certain
ambience
So they do weird things, they light
candles, burn incense
Put on strange music, wear strange
outfits of clothes.... a favorite hat
whatever !
Helps put them in an altered state of
mind.
But y'know Me! No! I don't need to do
any of that
Me! I just like to keep things simple
yeah
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
one about
There's nothing I like more when I get
through my front door
Than flinging my clothes off
everywhere
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
my soul
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
her
I jump on board and ride her
Rising way above the Earth, the two of
us
Wild and free, with nothing at all
restraining me
Together we traverse, yea! together we roam, the wondrous skies of the
Imagination
Like some incredible!...amazing!...
Lady Godiva!!!
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
furiously sounding
And jostling with one another to get to
my door
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
wonderful things....
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!).
May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 11:54 AM UTC
I want to be thin as a whisper,
To be feline and **** a cat with long whiskers,
To have length and width but no depth at all,
Not one bit of fat and to walk model tall,
I’ll take drugs, gobble Kleenex, drink only weak tea
Whatever it takes, to not ever be me.
I want to be loved like a pillow, feathered and light,
Held close to your cheek, cuddled all night,
To be soft squished and moulded into all kinds of lovers,
A prop up, a padding, a bump under the covers,
A cushion encased in a bright burst of stars,
I can’t wait to be normal, I’m slightly bizarre.
I want to be lost in crowd of loud celebration,
To be swept up and away in a mass of flirtation,
To be jostled and felt up, the hands of rude strangers,
A joyous outburst, wet kissing ex-changers,
To abandon my will, flee from restraint,
I can’t be, I could be, I am what I ain't.
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 6:59 PM UTC
It happened every moon that
Filled the sky, the transformation
Couldn't be stopped.
I howled in defiance
I howled to cure the moon
I spoke unto the heavens
"Freedom from you"
I walked the places I could not
Have before, birthday suit
Wasn't the suit to show my
Face arrested for sure.
"Washing lines"
"Like a free store"
Socks,
Knickers,
Trousers,
Then last of all a shirt to finish me off,
Knickers you think?? this doesn't happen
All the time, but I find them nice to the touch.
I could feel you clawing upon the flesh
"Needing release"
But this is the moon of plenty now play
Nice, soon it will be your turn.
I sink pints as if water, then I find
Myself licking at the pint of ale,
Looking around,
Quizative,
Stares,
Beard
Upon my face, weren't you shaven when
You entered this place??
Hoooooowwww.
Do I know, I didn't look in the mirror
Before I left home.
"You drunk fella"
Nooooowwww
Right out the door I was politely
Thrown to the curb.
Well at least I tasted it this time,
"Golden nectar"
The animal is approaching
"My moment has pasted"
As I arch in agony,
Some one kicks me,
"Laughs at my pain"
"Would you like to meet my friend"
"He'll take a bite out of you friend"
Kicked upon the face as clothes shred off.
"The wolf is released"
Gone is man, primal form freedom
From that white hell that plagues
Every full moon,
I clamp down upon
Meat,
Marrow,
Bone
Shatters in my fanged grasp,
As my claws rip upon his throat.
I swipe once more as his head detaches
And leaves a frozen look of terror,
Rolling upon the floor.
I am free, I am the beast as I
Pounce upon road and path,
I reach the outskirts of my home
"I look at the manmade filth"
Howling into the night I am wolf,
Cured to be man for when the moon shines
I am that which is cursed I become man.
.
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 4:43 PM UTC