Category: People

Well, we’ll see that job done
Then get together and have some fun!

They used to call Everyone’s Fool.
Well now he’s been to the other side

These are people with time to waste
They just sit and stare into space
Their reserves of energy are all spent
And Good Sense? They just don’t know where it went

My Dad’s got a big nose
Which he blows as well < My Mother's mouth flaps and flaps Neither of them get ill

I invited him to a party
Out of doors, you see
He came along quite promptly
And meat he with him brought

I have seen my true soul
It is neither young nor old
Neither rich nor poor
Neither a believer nor an atheist
Neither law-abiding nor an anarchist

Here resideth love
He sitteth on a golden throne
Around his head angels play

It’s a nuclear plant
And it’s sited in France
Not far away, a backwater
They don’t want people to know!

See the rich nobs at the charity ‘do’
They only go ‘cos they want to be cool
Paying all that money for a charity affair
Only poor people know how to share

Mad woman, leave me alone When I tell a joke, you throw a fit And frown and scowl and moan Mad woman, leave me alone You creep up on me and make me jump When I think I am alone. Mad woman, leave me alone I think it’s someone...

Bad People They Swear a lot They don’t Care a lot They Spam a lot They Jam a lot. Bad People The don’t Give a jot They Live a-Blot They’re Often shot They Haven’t got. Bad People Smoking Pot Shout A lot With Junk besot Been Here...

I was a Rasta, a Taoist, Zen, Christian, Buddhist, Pagan Homeless, poor, yet wealthy and landed My forebears knew Christ, yet the horned god And the void were more to my taste Experiences received, lived and believed Dogma...

I have seen my true soul: It is neither young nor old Neither rich nor poor Neither a believer nor an atheist Neither law abiding nor an anarchist Neither slovenly nor yet eager Loves neither man nor woman Neither alone nor in...

Yak yak yatter
Nic nik natter
How I hate the chit and chatter
Aimless as starlings
Pointless as meteorites
Abstract trajectories

Before the wind kissed my feet I tied ten blessings in a sheet Cursed by a crow, carried afar I know not where I left my care Worries tangle like string, I spoke with kings Did tricks with rings and blessed their things Fingers...

Ten thousand crushed cataclysmic catacombs
I thought you had wallpaper paste in your hair
It was a drowned apocalypso downed your daisies at dawn anti-cymex egg-smeller!!
It was you megalithic monolithic van der Graff