Lockdown Lover

Under cover running from the law

with my lockdown lover wanting more

It started with zoom chats

and synchronised watching of Netflix films

then we fired up the kiln

of love

No social gatherings

my life is unraveling

this was before we were allowed a bubble

I knew she was trouble

when we started this fling

now it’s become a thing

Texting

Sexting

lovers tings

Skype and zoom

our love bloomed

but then we wanted to meet

I snuck round her house

she wore a sexy lingerie

but someone dobbed us in

as they heard us causing a din

So now I have been fined

but at least her heart is mine.

Objectification

Objectification

You were a girl with average ambition
Now your 17 every mans wet dream
Beautiful object
Human trophy
Men want to possess you
To Caress you
elope with you
Grope you
Forget about your personality
It’s of no use
We seek to abuse you
Another Barbie doll
We ignore your soul
Your heart your intellect
We have no respect
For you 
Take off your clothes
Barbie 
Groomed or doomed to be a trophy wife
Tenderness a Prince Charming
Only comes with pain and harming
why can’t people look beyond the face
and the body?
Why can’t we see the soul?

A punk prayer

A punk prayer

A leather studded glove
A love for the obscene
I’d like to f*ck you it’d be my dream
Mohawks and tats
Never mind the bollocks you tw*ts
Chains of thick metal
and studs and hoops
Groupies and groups of the disaffected
Reflected in the eyes of your sunglasses
Tartan mini skirts and asses
Anarchy in the eyes of the youth
Paint the town red
Amen in the eyes of new gods
men and women