THE GREAT CONVERSATION CONTINUES
Cloak my words in ashes
Smoke my eyes with gas,
Poke my head with needles
Stroke my pain with slush.
Fuck my arse with paper.
Muck me around.
But you,
You blocked my ears before
With wax
And now I cannot hear you.
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Both wine and bread at confirmation were fake and this small site might just attract others that experienced the same. Critical voices? Those that participate? Who knows. For those that find sympathy with a walk on the wild sides of life, mountains, rivers or forests but do not pretend to escape. Other bits and pieces the news and also odds and sods that cry out "leave it off mate". Justly a lark and maybe the lark. But the lark will often land on the cactus.
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9 comments:
What'sa matta you, hey?
Gotta no respect, hey?
Whatta you think you do, hey?
Why you looka so sad?
I worked for Nestles in the early eighties and we used to get shown adverts in advance.
One advert was the one which starred Joe Dolci doing a spoof of that song to promote some product or other.
Thankfully, never saw the light of day, nationally,
Concerning songs me olds
Look what they have done to my song!
Where there is muck there is money.
Fuck my arse with paper
Muck me around.
Send me to Iraq.
School the kids with uniforms
Fuck them up.
Get them ready
For the where there is muck there is money.
Get them ready.
Oh where is my PopEye?
"I worked for Nestles in the early eighties ..."
Milk snatcher you.
Whassa matta you, hey?
Gotta no breast milk left, hey? ...
Come together right now over me.
Nestles come when you please.
Frenetically Schizo as I am, I always bought Campaign Coffee - even as the management were handing out 'fact sheets' to allow the reps to combat these nasty lefties over the milk scandal.
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