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…
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
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
Fuelled by pizza, cake and Karoake,Song twisters Crashing my bike, I needed a bett… with these stand out ears There was a sudden froideur, a bot…
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
I Met this Gurgle The tuther tray She was pearly prettnosed. In anniversary strum decay She twiggled. In tramlined.
Now, Your never feel alone When you get back, to your home Those web dating services were like dating a stone But now you’ve got
On the road to my village in spring Where the donkeys graze and sheep dog growl And daffodils burst
When there’s not a lot to do And your mind has too much informa… When there’s not a lot to do And your fed up with your location You look in corners, for a lost vi…
I’ve been pulling on a church bell… Trying to encourage some hope In my Elton John high platform sh… And my hair spiked upwards, in sup… I’ve climbed on the church slate r…
We only Live a portion of what we… We are Brain Blinded from what wh… By our own confusing possibilities…
My father was a trampoline maker But he had his ups and downs But when he sprung his life into a… He nearly ended up in town My mother made pogo sticks
Thoust. Shake my words And rattle your pages Thoust, Spread thy quill In gibberish motivation Thoust, deliverance
Wandering around in Silky Pyjamas Playing a trombone The dusty old red curtains hang From the chipped framed window A material like face gurning
Clutched in sit, you are in the sc… Munching fielded flowers, in tickl… Jumping down on a road drill Built those sinews, in arms, up There you are, strangling a hurt c…