Jäger bomb scarecrow men
blow out their straw brains with alcohol
It’s just another drinking game
Aren’t you glad you came?
While White Russian dollies
drink from glasses with small cocktail brollies
Hedonistic heathens spreading free love
in the community
Police men paint the town with blue lights
as the fights begin
Another night another day
Hangover grey
Vomit from a kebab to cleanup
Another joyous pissup.
Monthly Archives: July 2015
The golden rule
If I said life is for the living,
you’d think it was a cliche
like the things most people say
They pray hallowed be thy name almost everyday
To take the pain away
One day I am going to die
I have no control
In how that will happen
Save suicide
Maybe god in heaven lied
Maybe heaven is in each moment we grasp
In each hand we clasp
We are born into a world where we can learn.
Or we can burn effigies relentlessly
Looking for love or faith
To burn into our tiny minds
Sighing like we are swooning
Or dying a painful death
Each breath we take!
It is better to be real than fake
Each lie we make constructs a web
But it highlights everytime we bleed
Needing reassurance.
Life is for the living
It is unforgiving
We relive our mistakes
Dreaming them out
Or screaming them out loud
and we don’t learn
Hell is in the mind also
Every time we regret or
hurt or the guilt we carry
That harries our everyday life
I don’t want despair to be my wife
Or it’s children hurt and strife
Life is for the living so be positive
Lead a fruitful life but limit the hurt you inflict on
yourself and others
Its the golden rule!
Nero
At war with everyone
I watch our futures burn
Playing the devil
Sinking into the flames
Graveyard games.
Blood stains, not as much as a broken heart
the vultures tear apart.
My happiness is a distant memory
lying broken in the cemetery
I see ghosts of my future in my past.
I am aghast, a man of midnight
sackcloth and ashes
gashes and cuts
I loved myself, not enough…