Part of
Kings Of Random
A Lovely Love Poem
I love you lots and lots and lots
I even love your greasy spots
I love your boobies and your arse
Tales of my cock are no farce
I like to lick your ears and nose
I shaved my pubes but they still grows
I always think of you while wanking
I hope one day you'll give me spanking
To summarise, I love to suck
You love to blow, but we both love to -
Ode To Carol (co-written)
The abominable Carol Ann
Her iniquitous texts they should ban
Imagine a detestable Jabba The Hutt
Any other poet would admit they're in a rut
But you, Carol Ann, persevere
Better sounds come out of my rear
A f*cking snowman justifies a poem, urrrr
I went to your reading, slipped into a coma
A repugnant old hag
Smells worse than a cross-dressing fag
(rockin' guitar solo)
And we say
You're dreadful, disgusting, you suck
Hideous, horrid and f*ck
Rancid and rotten
You ought to be shot-ten
Carol Ann Duffy you suck!
(rockin' guitar solo)
FUUUUUUUUUUUUU
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU*KKKK
A duck
You suck
Now you're out of luck
Cos we're gonna kill you
Carollllll
(rockin' guitar solo)
Ode To A Stick.
O stick! alas! o stick!
It tastes not nice, when you I lick.
For you hath resided, in brown mud
And faeces, and some human blood
But where! o where! has blood come from?
Alas! it may have been a bomb
That exploded, leaving wrack and wreck
And nothing left above my neck.
O stick! alas! o stick!
Often thin, and seldom thick
But always bigger than my....Bic
Or biro, as it is known here
In England! Land of love and beer
Beer, of which I like to chug
From my clean or dirty mug.
O stick! alas! o stick!
It tastes not nice, when you I lick.
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While the lambs skip in springtime
And alcoholics drink
I'm standing in my kitchen
With one hand down the sink
I think it is stuck in there
It truly won't come out
I think I'll put some music on
And yell and scream and shout
My neighbour knocks upon the door
A shotgun in one hand
And says to turn the music down
Or be bassist in his band.
Sex and drugs and rock and roll
I never go to bed
I pumped myself so full of drugs
I killed myself
I'm dead.
Violation Detected
Violation detected
You have been protected
Don't look so dejected
You have been protected.
Violation detected
You have been protected
You cannot be corrected
For you have been protected.
Violation detected
You have been protected
You have not been rejected
You are simply protected.
Violation detected
You have been protected
With the screen capture connected
You can be protected.
AM HAVE
Suddenly bells wear summer sausages and gobble fat children
And and and and and and
Brandy boxes go purple and I pay friends for the things we've read
Along a pension, people's slippers spit and youth and bread doesn't practise dinner, but butter can
And and and and
A purple satin pickle so terrible that the shops pick flowers, the hat shall wear woman
I, I, I, I, Spartacus
Red rain people press my pencils for I ought to run public gardens
Surprised sobriety and beermats stick the three pounds up us
And and and and and
An alarm and rent in a week, I'm tired and I want to go to bed
Show me the way to go home
In in in in Mexico
This part of the poem is normal, not surreal and has lucidity, with no weird images whatsoever
Gloves grow good and my example of pavement pens shocked Eat Street
Up the (
But clothes and sandals say we shall swear, I wear the shirts and spend money, more must know free samples
For for for
Hoard maybe, keep little, sit on our railings, which which you.
Who? When? I can't find my heroin
No, not now, only my papers shall set, we must not make me dry, my old suit
One or other shall start too, when a...
Plagiarise, let nothing else evade your eyes
Now old, when in Down, doesn't learn out of the thing I am, we are, I have, on. The great gig in the sky.
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A woman stands upon a beach
Wondering why she is there
She looks at the horizon, out of reach
Wondering why she should care
The ocean moves wave after wave
She watches, mesmerised
She cannot be helped, cannot be saved
Her eyes have closed, her soul has died
She sits down on a sand dune, looking toward the stars
Each one of them is sparkling, each one a person's heart
The woman reaches up a hand, tries to grasp a sun
Her arm soon falls to her side again, and now her life is done.
Stumble!