With the down I've been edited out,
I don't fit in this place anymore,
shoved from pillar to pillar and many times the imaginary killer in me has almost but not quite broken free.

Edited out and the programme goes out without me, it means nothing to me I'm not there can't you see it's the property of the B ****** C, and they tell me pay for a license, we are not free there's a fee, but me, I just tell 'em, open my big gob and yell at the studio bosses, tossers and dead losses, I wonder where did it go wrong?

The words of a song carry on my head , I open my eyes and wish the **** I was dead.

Going home now and somehow the words drift apart it's like someone is mending a once broken heart.

There's a method in the sadness,
We all reach the impasse where the sand waits for the looking glass,
I only reflect what's directly in front of me
And the B ****** C think what the **** is he on about, he's down on the East side of town.

Estranged from myself,
Living a world away.
Not knowing what life holds.
Brings me to my knees.
Tears rolling down my face,
As the pain takes its grip.
Grabbing me so tight,
My lungs become so week.
Gasping for one breath,
As my life flashes by.
Passing through the air,
And gone in the blink of an eye.

Original by: Raynor

No one wants to hear this
the last farewell
the final kiss,
it's as if
you don't really care,

well
walk my boots
'cause I don't give two hoots,
you'll fukin listen anyway.

There is no enterprise
no **** me look starship up
in the skies,
we
are on our own.

Heading down the
escalator
into the mouth
of a rabid alligator
but
no one wants to hear that,
do they?

A new Government needed
The previous begged, borrowed and pleaded
New ground moved for the unseeded
As we all pick a brand new selection
For this country needs a buzz of momentum
Our borders currently open to bedlam
Do we stick with what we've got or move into new production
Sir Kier Starmer seems to have more faces than Big Ben
Angela Raynor holds his leash as she really is Mother Hen
Or do we give him another unelected go, our PM Mr Sunak
Some already crossed the line, as none really had his back
Surely not Ed Davey and his band of Liberal Democrats
Pulling daily stunts in the water, looking a bit of a prat
Because the polls show that none of us really know how to vote
Some thinking of leaving for good, by plane, train or by boat
As the general cencus seems to be,
no Government can resurge this land,
as this great Oak wither's into a poisoned tree
But whoever does gain power, please put fuel into our fire and make it pretty quick
As we as a once great nation, are feeling tired and low,
and I hate to say it, becoming almost sick

#whichboxdoitick

JJB

14 years under Tories rule
Cameron to Sunak with Johnson the bumbling fool
But now ruled by the Labour lot,
with waters promised much calmer
Raynor now craps the whip,
With her puppy dog, Sir Kier Starmer
A visit to King Charlie now head of the throne
His head now adorning stamps,
Soon on cash and any bank loan
But his real reason for this trip is to prepare for the King's speech
As we now have a fruitcake in charge with more faces than most,
Gentlemen and Squires, Lords and Ladies,
I give you,
The King's Peach 🍑

JJB