Strolling along these Spanish streets
In old Pollenca Town
The buildings are softly whispering
A
Cacophony
Of
Sound
Infused in bricks and mortar
A myriad of doors
Unlock Mallorcan histories
Egyptians, Romans, Ottomans and Moors
Battles fought
Blood is shed
United together they buried their dead
Me…I sit atop the Calvario Steps
Easel and brush in hand
Watching the sinners climb to the top
From my vantage witness stand
Will they be atoned?
Well… that’s not for me to say
I just paint the pictures
I have no Masters in my life
That I am ordered to obey
From a distant echo
Float the familiar sounds of my beloved guitar
I follow my ears through the streets to my beloved Alhambra bar
There I sit and watch the world
As loves and lives unfold
I catch a whisper on the wind
Interwoven with catholic gold
I walk these streets in dead men’s feet bequeathed to me upon defeat
The price I pay I’m dammed to say will greet me on departure day
But until then my mind is free to wander through this fantasy . . .
Sunday 9 May 2010
Salvation came knocking at my door
Salvation came a knocking at my door
Offering redemption
Said the choice was mine to choose
I was one of the favoured few
Could I really honestly refuse?
After a lifetime of playing out the blues
Well…he charmed me right there on the spot
I swooned
I swayed
The man was hot
A gambit served on a plate of gold
Wrapped me up in his protective fold
Seems my eyes did open wide
Soul betrayed as I complied
Incubus secured a willing bride
Sensibility ran off quick to hide
But not before in my ear it did confide
False prophets on this earth do roam
Sent from the Vatican in holy Rome
Beware of lies disguised with love
Procurer of the pouch that ferries foxglove
Defences blind he will cut out your heart
Then display your weakness
Like a piece of art
So think real hard of the choice in hand
Implication of death you must understand
Well…it stopped me right there in my tracks
And I thanked my sense for stating the facts
I was seduced by the serpent from under the tree
As he drip fed untruths of knowledge to me
Evil, Sin, Suffering, Sickness and death
Permeated from his putrid breath
But I was destitute of vision
For I just could not see
All I saw my opportunity turning up for me
What a wretched man am I?
As I wander on this earth
Searching for the answers
That will assist me in rebirth
But as you know we are all pre-programmed courtesy of the original sin
Flawed at creation to stumble through life with this knowledge imprisoned within
Offering redemption
Said the choice was mine to choose
I was one of the favoured few
Could I really honestly refuse?
After a lifetime of playing out the blues
Well…he charmed me right there on the spot
I swooned
I swayed
The man was hot
A gambit served on a plate of gold
Wrapped me up in his protective fold
Seems my eyes did open wide
Soul betrayed as I complied
Incubus secured a willing bride
Sensibility ran off quick to hide
But not before in my ear it did confide
False prophets on this earth do roam
Sent from the Vatican in holy Rome
Beware of lies disguised with love
Procurer of the pouch that ferries foxglove
Defences blind he will cut out your heart
Then display your weakness
Like a piece of art
So think real hard of the choice in hand
Implication of death you must understand
Well…it stopped me right there in my tracks
And I thanked my sense for stating the facts
I was seduced by the serpent from under the tree
As he drip fed untruths of knowledge to me
Evil, Sin, Suffering, Sickness and death
Permeated from his putrid breath
But I was destitute of vision
For I just could not see
All I saw my opportunity turning up for me
What a wretched man am I?
As I wander on this earth
Searching for the answers
That will assist me in rebirth
But as you know we are all pre-programmed courtesy of the original sin
Flawed at creation to stumble through life with this knowledge imprisoned within
Jeremy Vine
Jeremy Vine is so divine
God I love that man
Maybe in another life
I could be more than just a fan
I’d bake him cookies every day
Treat him like a king
Introduce him to my kitty cats
And teach him how to swing
Hand in hand we would stroll
Through the meadows every day
Whilst picking wild flowers
I will be leading him astray
Finally the sun will set
Upon this field of corn
And in his arms my head will rest
Until the next new day is born
God I love that man
Maybe in another life
I could be more than just a fan
I’d bake him cookies every day
Treat him like a king
Introduce him to my kitty cats
And teach him how to swing
Hand in hand we would stroll
Through the meadows every day
Whilst picking wild flowers
I will be leading him astray
Finally the sun will set
Upon this field of corn
And in his arms my head will rest
Until the next new day is born
Tony Ted
When I was a little girl
I thought I’d have some fun
So I tore of all my summer clothes
And ran naked in the sun
The heat it did affect me
Frazzled out my head
So I summoned out my secret friend
His name is Tony Ted
Now Tony Ted is quite some guy
We kick about a lot
He has a great big bulbous nose
And hands with liver spots
He is getting on a bit now
And has to use a stick
But the most important thing still works
His humongous slippery dick
On this hazy summer’s day
My eyes they did espy
A psychedelic vision
That filled up all the skies
Of multi-coloured chickens
Clucking in the air
Blue, Pink, Green and Purple
And a giant panda bear
Now Tony Ted and I were shocked
As the chickens began to sing
We held our hands so tightly
To each other we did cling
Panda then tapped on my shoulder
And began to give me the eye
Before I knew it
I had sprouted some wings
And discovered that I could fly
Of I flew to a magical land
With bluebells in my hair
I danced amongst the fairies
Precious nectar they did share
We drank
And drank
And had a ball
Til I was fizzy and dizzy with love
And when I awoke
To my amazement
On my head were two turtle doves
They whispered ancient secrets
Into my tulip ears
Taught me things I should not know
Like the music of the spheres
They said that Tony Ted was bad
And that I was the chosen one
I had to gather an army
And head on towards the sun
Being a little girl
I didn’t quite know what to do
So I squatted down
Took a breath
And excreted a wiggly poo
When I awoke
Back I was
In the field of corn
Shamed by being naked
As the day was born
I searched all night long for my very precious friend called Tony Ted
Only to find him face down in the strawberries
Evidently dead
Around his head the doves did fly
Innocence so pure
My secret friend
Was just a symptom
But … now at last I had found the cure!!!
I thought I’d have some fun
So I tore of all my summer clothes
And ran naked in the sun
The heat it did affect me
Frazzled out my head
So I summoned out my secret friend
His name is Tony Ted
Now Tony Ted is quite some guy
We kick about a lot
He has a great big bulbous nose
And hands with liver spots
He is getting on a bit now
And has to use a stick
But the most important thing still works
His humongous slippery dick
On this hazy summer’s day
My eyes they did espy
A psychedelic vision
That filled up all the skies
Of multi-coloured chickens
Clucking in the air
Blue, Pink, Green and Purple
And a giant panda bear
Now Tony Ted and I were shocked
As the chickens began to sing
We held our hands so tightly
To each other we did cling
Panda then tapped on my shoulder
And began to give me the eye
Before I knew it
I had sprouted some wings
And discovered that I could fly
Of I flew to a magical land
With bluebells in my hair
I danced amongst the fairies
Precious nectar they did share
We drank
And drank
And had a ball
Til I was fizzy and dizzy with love
And when I awoke
To my amazement
On my head were two turtle doves
They whispered ancient secrets
Into my tulip ears
Taught me things I should not know
Like the music of the spheres
They said that Tony Ted was bad
And that I was the chosen one
I had to gather an army
And head on towards the sun
Being a little girl
I didn’t quite know what to do
So I squatted down
Took a breath
And excreted a wiggly poo
When I awoke
Back I was
In the field of corn
Shamed by being naked
As the day was born
I searched all night long for my very precious friend called Tony Ted
Only to find him face down in the strawberries
Evidently dead
Around his head the doves did fly
Innocence so pure
My secret friend
Was just a symptom
But … now at last I had found the cure!!!
Shameful infection of a twisted mind
I’ll swing the rope way up high
Strongest rafter will comply
Snap my neck with joyful glee
A piece of art for all to see
Naked as the day is born
A crown of thorns
I will adorn
Paint my lips the reddest red
Sacrificial lamb now dead
And as he opens up the door
He’ll see I’ve evened up the score
Shameful infection of a
Twisted mind
Homemade formula for all of mankind
But then …
I’ll leave the best to last
Disbelieve is such a blast
Each will receive a virginal rose
Attached to a packet
That will disclose
All what he has done to me
Sickening
Violation
Of a trusting family
And when he "hangs" his head in shame
My Innocence
WILL
BE
RECLAIMED
Strongest rafter will comply
Snap my neck with joyful glee
A piece of art for all to see
Naked as the day is born
A crown of thorns
I will adorn
Paint my lips the reddest red
Sacrificial lamb now dead
And as he opens up the door
He’ll see I’ve evened up the score
Shameful infection of a
Twisted mind
Homemade formula for all of mankind
But then …
I’ll leave the best to last
Disbelieve is such a blast
Each will receive a virginal rose
Attached to a packet
That will disclose
All what he has done to me
Sickening
Violation
Of a trusting family
And when he "hangs" his head in shame
My Innocence
WILL
BE
RECLAIMED
Outside this fabled sphere
50 little soldiers
line up neatly
in a row
Mother’s Ruin
vigilantly
guarantors the flow
One
by
One
Serenely
they succumb
with eyes anew
Mausoleum
of the
malady
Parades with
ancient held
taboos
Marching through
the chaos
Devoid
Of any fear
Searching for
alternatives
Outside this fabled sphere
line up neatly
in a row
Mother’s Ruin
vigilantly
guarantors the flow
One
by
One
Serenely
they succumb
with eyes anew
Mausoleum
of the
malady
Parades with
ancient held
taboos
Marching through
the chaos
Devoid
Of any fear
Searching for
alternatives
Outside this fabled sphere
Parish Priest required - All paedo's please apply
Father I do not forgive
For you are a man of sin
I saw you down by the riverbank
With Peter’s retarded twin
You took him to your special place
Where the wild roses grow
Stripped him bare
There in your lair
Before your gift
On him
You did bestow
I saw the look upon your face
As you thrust his small behind
Pure joy with a dash of nostalgia
Are words that spring to mind
And after the seed was planted
And after the deed was done
You turned the poor boy over
And continued on with your fun
The simple boy could hardly breathe
As you forced it down his throat
Fate sealed his sad dead eyes
On that riverbank so remote
And as the sun began to set
You placed him gently in his chair
Wheeled him back to your parish
As if you simply
Did not care
And now I stand before you
As you preach to the converted
About to unleash your secret
That you are one of God’s perverted
For you are a man of sin
I saw you down by the riverbank
With Peter’s retarded twin
You took him to your special place
Where the wild roses grow
Stripped him bare
There in your lair
Before your gift
On him
You did bestow
I saw the look upon your face
As you thrust his small behind
Pure joy with a dash of nostalgia
Are words that spring to mind
And after the seed was planted
And after the deed was done
You turned the poor boy over
And continued on with your fun
The simple boy could hardly breathe
As you forced it down his throat
Fate sealed his sad dead eyes
On that riverbank so remote
And as the sun began to set
You placed him gently in his chair
Wheeled him back to your parish
As if you simply
Did not care
And now I stand before you
As you preach to the converted
About to unleash your secret
That you are one of God’s perverted
Maybe it's an age thing?
Why is it you hate me
I see it in your eyes
You don’t even try to hide it
With me
There’s no disguise
Maybe it’s an
Age thing
Why I irk you so
Maybe it’s because
You like to think
That I am
Slow
Either way
You break my heart
With your
Wicked words
The blatant disrespect
You show to me
Seems really quite
Absurd
All I’ve ever done is loved you
Protected you from harm
I’m tired of your poison
I crave to see your charm
I know it’s in there somewhere
Hidden out of view
Today
I’m going searching
Please
Give me a clue
I will break down all those barriers
In which you’re tightly bound
Sneak in very carefully
You will not hear a sound
Traverse your war torn country
Until I find your cell
Then carefully extract you
From the hell in which you dwell
Wrap you up into my arms
Make sure you’re safe and warm
I will be the guiding light
From your internal storm
And maybe in the future
When your seas are calm
We will laugh and joke together
And I will see again your charm
I see it in your eyes
You don’t even try to hide it
With me
There’s no disguise
Maybe it’s an
Age thing
Why I irk you so
Maybe it’s because
You like to think
That I am
Slow
Either way
You break my heart
With your
Wicked words
The blatant disrespect
You show to me
Seems really quite
Absurd
All I’ve ever done is loved you
Protected you from harm
I’m tired of your poison
I crave to see your charm
I know it’s in there somewhere
Hidden out of view
Today
I’m going searching
Please
Give me a clue
I will break down all those barriers
In which you’re tightly bound
Sneak in very carefully
You will not hear a sound
Traverse your war torn country
Until I find your cell
Then carefully extract you
From the hell in which you dwell
Wrap you up into my arms
Make sure you’re safe and warm
I will be the guiding light
From your internal storm
And maybe in the future
When your seas are calm
We will laugh and joke together
And I will see again your charm
Farewell to my Muse ..
I am now empty
I am …
Yin without Yang
Strawberries without cream
Love without hate
Simon without Garfunkle
For … Late last night I caught my Muse packing his bags
I pleaded
I begged
Even got down on my hands and knees
All to no avail
Muse was adamant
Had had enough
Enough of what?
I asked
Enough of me he replied
I was struck dumb
What had I done?
What had I done?
Muse then sat me down
Like a naughty child
And gently began to explain to me
The reasons why he was leaving
With tears streaming down my face
I picked up my ever present pad
And noted them down
1) Delusions of grandeur
2) Inability to express thoughts/ideas coherently
3) Vulgar language for no apparent reason
4) Nonsensical political/social points of view
5) Outright refusal to listen
Even as I sat there listening
I knew Muse was telling me the truth
I do not think that he really wanted to go
But ..
To be honest
I had become such an embarrassment
To his ancestry
To the concept
That he had no choice
But to go
After I waved him goodbye
I went and sat in the fire chair
And thought to myself
Fool
We had kicked around together
For such a long time
It was just my own pure selfishness
That drove him away
Why did I not listen to him?
Take note of his wise words of wisdom?
After all he was my Muse
He was there for me
For me
Not for anyone else
For me …
God damn me
God damn me
God damn me
I have now seen the error of my ways
I am now packed
I am now ready
I am ready
To begin my own personal journey
To reclaim my Muse
To bring him back
Where he belongs
To bring him back to
ME
"O Muses, O high genius, aid me now!
O memory that engraved the things I saw,
Here shall your worth be manifest to all!"
Dante Alighieri, in Canto II of The Inferno
I am …
Yin without Yang
Strawberries without cream
Love without hate
Simon without Garfunkle
For … Late last night I caught my Muse packing his bags
I pleaded
I begged
Even got down on my hands and knees
All to no avail
Muse was adamant
Had had enough
Enough of what?
I asked
Enough of me he replied
I was struck dumb
What had I done?
What had I done?
Muse then sat me down
Like a naughty child
And gently began to explain to me
The reasons why he was leaving
With tears streaming down my face
I picked up my ever present pad
And noted them down
1) Delusions of grandeur
2) Inability to express thoughts/ideas coherently
3) Vulgar language for no apparent reason
4) Nonsensical political/social points of view
5) Outright refusal to listen
Even as I sat there listening
I knew Muse was telling me the truth
I do not think that he really wanted to go
But ..
To be honest
I had become such an embarrassment
To his ancestry
To the concept
That he had no choice
But to go
After I waved him goodbye
I went and sat in the fire chair
And thought to myself
Fool
We had kicked around together
For such a long time
It was just my own pure selfishness
That drove him away
Why did I not listen to him?
Take note of his wise words of wisdom?
After all he was my Muse
He was there for me
For me
Not for anyone else
For me …
God damn me
God damn me
God damn me
I have now seen the error of my ways
I am now packed
I am now ready
I am ready
To begin my own personal journey
To reclaim my Muse
To bring him back
Where he belongs
To bring him back to
ME
"O Muses, O high genius, aid me now!
O memory that engraved the things I saw,
Here shall your worth be manifest to all!"
Dante Alighieri, in Canto II of The Inferno
But still you stay ...
I watch your resentment
I watch your hate
Our empty existence
Is hard to negate
You say I’m a bully
You say I’m a cunt
No prizes here
Darling
This knife’s never blunt
But still you stay …
I destroyed your life
From the moment we met
Before me you
Stand
Now a man of regret
Once in my arms
Your soul was submersed
Now alone in our history
You’re driving
The
Hearse
But still you stay …
Kept you away from your kith and kin
Indulged your repression with cardinal sin
Parallel existence out there somewhere
Conformity’s cute
When it’s with
People that care
Dare
You
Fucked up your head
Fucked up your brain
Made you succumb
Over and over again
But still you stay …
No rules for me
I’m tough and I’m driven
The darkness of life
To me is a given
But you
On your pedestal high in the sky
Will quiver
Will quake
Will never defy
I am blamed for your weakness
Your inability to act
This futile foible
Will forever protract
But still you stay …
So I bade you farewell
And alter this course
Our race is now over
I want a divorce
Goodbye …
I watch your hate
Our empty existence
Is hard to negate
You say I’m a bully
You say I’m a cunt
No prizes here
Darling
This knife’s never blunt
But still you stay …
I destroyed your life
From the moment we met
Before me you
Stand
Now a man of regret
Once in my arms
Your soul was submersed
Now alone in our history
You’re driving
The
Hearse
But still you stay …
Kept you away from your kith and kin
Indulged your repression with cardinal sin
Parallel existence out there somewhere
Conformity’s cute
When it’s with
People that care
Dare
You
Fucked up your head
Fucked up your brain
Made you succumb
Over and over again
But still you stay …
No rules for me
I’m tough and I’m driven
The darkness of life
To me is a given
But you
On your pedestal high in the sky
Will quiver
Will quake
Will never defy
I am blamed for your weakness
Your inability to act
This futile foible
Will forever protract
But still you stay …
So I bade you farewell
And alter this course
Our race is now over
I want a divorce
Goodbye …
Pops
We buried Pops in
his
Sunday Best
On that wet
November morn
I stood there in
MY
Sunday Best
Shattered
Tattered
Torn
“Private Viewing” an hour before
In the tawdry “Chapel of Hope”
He looked real queer
In all his gear
As I stood there all forlorn
The shuffling crowd
Never knew the man
Lying here
In State
To them he was just family
To me
He was
My mate
Or so I thought
Until I caught
The eye
Of his First Born
Hanging back
Discreetly
Face
All weathered and worn
Long forgotten memories
Bubbled up
From my dim and distant past
The rows
The dogs
Mr Plod
Schizophrenia
Dictated this man’s stone
Was duly cast
Out he went
Into
A world
Where no-one ever cared
Left behind
His family
Frightened
Embarrassed
Scared
I watched this man
So lonely
With his eyes
Fixed on the floor
Whilst
The family
Just ignored him
Behaviour
That I simply
Do abhor
So I wandered over
Slowly
Stretching out my
Hand
He raised his head
And looked
At me
United we did stand
I smiled at him gently
His pain
I could not deny
We held our hands together
And bade our Pops goodbye
Families are an unpredictable breed
Often trapped between want and need
Some are cast out
Some are cast in
Never quite knowing
When the story begins
I decided a long time ago
To opt out of the family
And go with the flow
All except Pops
For he was my rock
Kept my feet on the ground
My shield from life’s knocks
So I pledge this ode to the one man that cared
And will always honour the times that we shared
his
Sunday Best
On that wet
November morn
I stood there in
MY
Sunday Best
Shattered
Tattered
Torn
“Private Viewing” an hour before
In the tawdry “Chapel of Hope”
He looked real queer
In all his gear
As I stood there all forlorn
The shuffling crowd
Never knew the man
Lying here
In State
To them he was just family
To me
He was
My mate
Or so I thought
Until I caught
The eye
Of his First Born
Hanging back
Discreetly
Face
All weathered and worn
Long forgotten memories
Bubbled up
From my dim and distant past
The rows
The dogs
Mr Plod
Schizophrenia
Dictated this man’s stone
Was duly cast
Out he went
Into
A world
Where no-one ever cared
Left behind
His family
Frightened
Embarrassed
Scared
I watched this man
So lonely
With his eyes
Fixed on the floor
Whilst
The family
Just ignored him
Behaviour
That I simply
Do abhor
So I wandered over
Slowly
Stretching out my
Hand
He raised his head
And looked
At me
United we did stand
I smiled at him gently
His pain
I could not deny
We held our hands together
And bade our Pops goodbye
Families are an unpredictable breed
Often trapped between want and need
Some are cast out
Some are cast in
Never quite knowing
When the story begins
I decided a long time ago
To opt out of the family
And go with the flow
All except Pops
For he was my rock
Kept my feet on the ground
My shield from life’s knocks
So I pledge this ode to the one man that cared
And will always honour the times that we shared
ROT IN HELL YOU WICKED EVIL MAN
Rob the Nob’s an ignorant man
Ill educated
Illiterate
A
chancer’s dripping pan
The day he fell in lust with a Roman Catholic whore
He entrapped her as his prisoner
So men could not gaze at her no more
Within a month
A life was spawned
Up the aisle they did flee
This is
my friend
Just the start
Of the
???????? dynasty
Deserted by their families
Cast out
To breed alone
Rob was dictatorial
A king upon his throne
No longer would she work for Smedleys up the road
Her life to now be governed by her husband’s crazy code
First came a boy “1”
Followed by a girl “2”
Followed by a girl “3”
Followed by a girl “4”
Followed by a girl “5”
Followed by a boy “6”
Followed by a boy “7”
Now “I” stand in this pecking order
somewhere at the top
The inheritance of madness
Nobody can stop
The boys were brainwashed daily
Taunted with being gay
Withdrawal kicked in very quick
And with them it did stay
The girls were whores and sluts
Irrespective of attire
Educated so very young to
Suppress
all natural desires
After the birth of the firstborn
Rob decided to no longer work
His job was in the house now
In shadows he would lurk
Rules and regulations
Beaten with a stick
Quite an achievement really
FOR A MAN SO FUCKING THICK
Do you remember No1?
How you practised with your fists
Smashed his fucking head in
Til he was shrouded in a mist
He wore 4 jumpers every day
Because you told him he was puny
Are you proud of your inheritance?
You raving fucking loony
Note: No1’s best friend turned out to be a paedophile
but that’s a whole new chapter
Do you remember No2?
What happened when she was seven?
I don’t know what’s wrong or right
The truth lies in the vaults of heaven
She cut a blackbird’s head off
And danced with manic glee
You created all of us
One great big fucked up family
Proud?
Note: No2 ended her marriage after falling in love with
her 15 year old baby sitter
Do you remember No3?
How you decided she was loose
So she crawled inside a bottle
of alcoholic juice
Every day she went out thieving
just to feed her habit
Rob do you remember the day that
you made her eat her rabbit?
Could not put down roots
So roamed from town to town
Keeping her head above the sewer
For fear that she might drown
Note: No3 is happy and leaves the past in the past where
it belongs ... for now
Do you remember No4?
That must have been some job
for her to have been sectioned so many times
When you stand before your maker
Will you admit
to all of your crimes?
Or will you shrivel up?
Try to pass the buck?
Well … listen up here Rob
You’re running out of fucking luck
Note: No4 is now living with another fellow loony and
trying to normalise her existence
Do you remember No5
The girl now thinks that every man is a paedophile
Can you imagine anything that really is more vile?
You turned the girl into a cunning compulsive liar
Lost forever behind the shield of the constant surface fire
Are you proud of all your children?
Does your heart not swell with pride?
Is this what you envisaged?
On that day you took your bride
Note: No5 is on the lookout for a rich farmer to impregnate
her so that she can live of off his money
Do you remember No6
Oh yes, of course, he lives on the same estate
But he won’t give you the time of day
Is it time yet to contemplate?
He keeps his family separate
Tries to keep them pure
Antidote was easy
Separation from you was this man’s cure
Feeling any guilt yet?
Shame for what you’ve done?
Or do you still think that we are all bastards
Each and every one
Note: No6 lives on happily with his family and has
had no contact for 15 years ... for now
Do you remember No7
The 7th child of the 7th child
Now where do I begin?
Fed him sweets and biscuits
Smirking with that evil grin
Kicked him out the house all day
Come the rain or shine
No wonder that he ended up
With a mind that’s much maligned
Paranoid
Delusional
This man was surely worth a punt?
But not by you
Apparently
You
Fucked up fucking cunt
Note: No7 continues trying to slay the dragon and is more
grounded due to the love of his son
So fuck you Rob and fuck your ways
I will hate you til the end of days
You had no right to fuck up the lives
Of your children
Or your whore of a wife
And when you die
When the time is right
When Beelzebub has you in his sight
That’s the point the cork will blow
Time slows down and you will know
Your wicked ways were not a given
You will never ever be forgiven
Into the bowels of hell you’ll burn
To late for lessons to be learned
ROT IN HELL YOU WICKED EVIL MAN
ROT IN HELL YOU WICKED EVIL MAN
ROT IN HELL YOU WICKED EVIL MAN
Ill educated
Illiterate
A
chancer’s dripping pan
The day he fell in lust with a Roman Catholic whore
He entrapped her as his prisoner
So men could not gaze at her no more
Within a month
A life was spawned
Up the aisle they did flee
This is
my friend
Just the start
Of the
???????? dynasty
Deserted by their families
Cast out
To breed alone
Rob was dictatorial
A king upon his throne
No longer would she work for Smedleys up the road
Her life to now be governed by her husband’s crazy code
First came a boy “1”
Followed by a girl “2”
Followed by a girl “3”
Followed by a girl “4”
Followed by a girl “5”
Followed by a boy “6”
Followed by a boy “7”
Now “I” stand in this pecking order
somewhere at the top
The inheritance of madness
Nobody can stop
The boys were brainwashed daily
Taunted with being gay
Withdrawal kicked in very quick
And with them it did stay
The girls were whores and sluts
Irrespective of attire
Educated so very young to
Suppress
all natural desires
After the birth of the firstborn
Rob decided to no longer work
His job was in the house now
In shadows he would lurk
Rules and regulations
Beaten with a stick
Quite an achievement really
FOR A MAN SO FUCKING THICK
Do you remember No1?
How you practised with your fists
Smashed his fucking head in
Til he was shrouded in a mist
He wore 4 jumpers every day
Because you told him he was puny
Are you proud of your inheritance?
You raving fucking loony
Note: No1’s best friend turned out to be a paedophile
but that’s a whole new chapter
Do you remember No2?
What happened when she was seven?
I don’t know what’s wrong or right
The truth lies in the vaults of heaven
She cut a blackbird’s head off
And danced with manic glee
You created all of us
One great big fucked up family
Proud?
Note: No2 ended her marriage after falling in love with
her 15 year old baby sitter
Do you remember No3?
How you decided she was loose
So she crawled inside a bottle
of alcoholic juice
Every day she went out thieving
just to feed her habit
Rob do you remember the day that
you made her eat her rabbit?
Could not put down roots
So roamed from town to town
Keeping her head above the sewer
For fear that she might drown
Note: No3 is happy and leaves the past in the past where
it belongs ... for now
Do you remember No4?
That must have been some job
for her to have been sectioned so many times
When you stand before your maker
Will you admit
to all of your crimes?
Or will you shrivel up?
Try to pass the buck?
Well … listen up here Rob
You’re running out of fucking luck
Note: No4 is now living with another fellow loony and
trying to normalise her existence
Do you remember No5
The girl now thinks that every man is a paedophile
Can you imagine anything that really is more vile?
You turned the girl into a cunning compulsive liar
Lost forever behind the shield of the constant surface fire
Are you proud of all your children?
Does your heart not swell with pride?
Is this what you envisaged?
On that day you took your bride
Note: No5 is on the lookout for a rich farmer to impregnate
her so that she can live of off his money
Do you remember No6
Oh yes, of course, he lives on the same estate
But he won’t give you the time of day
Is it time yet to contemplate?
He keeps his family separate
Tries to keep them pure
Antidote was easy
Separation from you was this man’s cure
Feeling any guilt yet?
Shame for what you’ve done?
Or do you still think that we are all bastards
Each and every one
Note: No6 lives on happily with his family and has
had no contact for 15 years ... for now
Do you remember No7
The 7th child of the 7th child
Now where do I begin?
Fed him sweets and biscuits
Smirking with that evil grin
Kicked him out the house all day
Come the rain or shine
No wonder that he ended up
With a mind that’s much maligned
Paranoid
Delusional
This man was surely worth a punt?
But not by you
Apparently
You
Fucked up fucking cunt
Note: No7 continues trying to slay the dragon and is more
grounded due to the love of his son
So fuck you Rob and fuck your ways
I will hate you til the end of days
You had no right to fuck up the lives
Of your children
Or your whore of a wife
And when you die
When the time is right
When Beelzebub has you in his sight
That’s the point the cork will blow
Time slows down and you will know
Your wicked ways were not a given
You will never ever be forgiven
Into the bowels of hell you’ll burn
To late for lessons to be learned
ROT IN HELL YOU WICKED EVIL MAN
ROT IN HELL YOU WICKED EVIL MAN
ROT IN HELL YOU WICKED EVIL MAN
ONE LIFE - LIVE IT
Small minded bitch
From a small minded town
Peddles her poison
Then watches you drown
Drown in her gossip
The chit
And the chat
Blackens your name
In silent combat
Combat your chances
Of speaking the truth
Labelled by folk
As being uncouth
Uncouth and sullied
No Time For You
Worked it out yet?
Unravelled the clue?
Clue’s in the poison
From the small minded bitch
The witch with the curtains
That
Frequently twitch
Don’t listen to gossip
Free up your mind
And it will reveal
We are one of a kind
Kind that will ride
On the cusp of a wave
The real YOU is out there
Just waiting
Be brave
Brave is for folk
That need to depart
Folk that are more
Than the sum of their parts
Take a leap of faith
Break out from the mold
Life is here to be lived
And must not be controlled
Q - Sometimes in life it is easier to stay in a situation
but you need to ask yourself WHY
A - Fear of the unknown is a powerful and often
scary enough reason to make folk stay
There are no dress rehearsals in life my friend
ONE LIFE - LIVE IT
Live it
Breathe it
Taste it
Touch it
Feel it,
ONE LIFE - LIVE IT
From a small minded town
Peddles her poison
Then watches you drown
Drown in her gossip
The chit
And the chat
Blackens your name
In silent combat
Combat your chances
Of speaking the truth
Labelled by folk
As being uncouth
Uncouth and sullied
No Time For You
Worked it out yet?
Unravelled the clue?
Clue’s in the poison
From the small minded bitch
The witch with the curtains
That
Frequently twitch
Don’t listen to gossip
Free up your mind
And it will reveal
We are one of a kind
Kind that will ride
On the cusp of a wave
The real YOU is out there
Just waiting
Be brave
Brave is for folk
That need to depart
Folk that are more
Than the sum of their parts
Take a leap of faith
Break out from the mold
Life is here to be lived
And must not be controlled
Q - Sometimes in life it is easier to stay in a situation
but you need to ask yourself WHY
A - Fear of the unknown is a powerful and often
scary enough reason to make folk stay
There are no dress rehearsals in life my friend
ONE LIFE - LIVE IT
Live it
Breathe it
Taste it
Touch it
Feel it,
ONE LIFE - LIVE IT
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