My homes next door to the asylum In the garden there’s a cave full… The Mad Hatter and me are having… He’s in his 10/6 pence Hat And I’m feeding the Asylum Cat
Your weighing me down, with your t… You got me on the growling ground,… Your dressed with depressed, hold… A wallet road test, causes you to… And how can you cope, without your…
God First made the Toilet Then he made the World
Triggering a dramatic chain of eve… With dim witted friends And exposing ignorance of transpla… To the flat like a cattle rancher Outside an engineers truck, loses…
A Seagull takes off, then it land… It’s Phenomenon, in it You go out then, you always come b… It’s a Phenomenon, in it, as well
A Poet and a loose goose A beam with an empty noose Ramshackle existence, ravens chuck… Spiders webs hang, slumbering on w… Ultimately crisp bags, packets hal…
It could be worse Written on the gravestone In the unkept churchyard by the se… Other Dead people had it worse th… It’s no good feeling sorry for you…
I’m on a Poets Walk Where the trees talk And flowers sing On a gravelled road That carry thought
I Clasp at your avenue of dissent In the quarters of your dire extre… And vaporise in your air of conven… The music cluster of enraged notes In wish wash environment
A slip in the dripping croak of di… A campaign to relax in sci fi From a clapping ball boy in Berli… The lucrative freaky can of worms A social media Polaris stinking
Thoust. Shake my words And rattle your pages Thoust, Spread thy quill In gibberish motivation Thoust, deliverance
When your heads in a field of emot… And your eyes are in a dance floor… And sneak in a collaboration with… Whizzing round in the idleness Of… You clip in the depth and pull up…
An old man sits on his Balcony Looking out on you and me Sitting there with his bonsai tree Looking like there’s a world to se… He’s up there in his block of flat…
When music makes you look a fool And your deluded with being cool And your ears don’t register at al… And you sound like your singing Like a cat in a swimming pool
I Met this Gurgle The tuther tray She was pearly prettnosed. In anniversary strum decay She twiggled. In tramlined.
