How dare you?

Kid, Boy, Son

Well done!

Now you see what we can do

to you. It’s One, Two, One Two.

To our tune forever more you will march.

One,Two. One ,Two. Resistance is painful.

One,Two. One ,Two. We’ll Put you in gaol.

One,Two. One,Two. Crucify you on nails.

One,Two.One,Two. You won’t trim our sails.

One,Two.One,Two.You will bring us ruin.

One,Two.One,Two. Through the things you are doin’

One,Two.One,Two. I wish I never met ya



Your hiding behind your door. three, four. , three, four.

Ain’t sociable no more. three, four. three,four.

You used to have a knife three,four.three,four.

Now you want a wife. three four, three four.

It ain’t gonna be me. three,four. three, four

You’re old and grey. three,four.three,four.


I want to tell my story, five six seven

About how my life five, six ,seven

And heaven five six seven

I know how to set you free. five, six,seven

I know how to set you free, five six seven.

Now come to me seven, eight nine

Stop doing time eight nine eight nine.

All you who are ill eight,nine,ten.

All you who are ill eight,nine,ten.

And let’s pray for a new day. Alleluia!



ta da!

Rusty Pennies


Dysphagia contained

light is dark, hot is cold, good is bad?

yesterday is now today (it happened yesterday morn)

the time-space continuum sprung a leak and I fell into it drowning in specious stuff until I surfaced on a remote desert islands somewhere.

I am trying to give you my impression of how I feel. perhaps I should miss out entire sentences then you may have some idea.

The past is near. the future told of death and of taxes and pensions.

no reason to live, to get out of bed, nothing for, only against.

rusty pennies, I am going that way, if I let myself.

The Slippery Slope

Sometimes I get up and feel like the world is not ready for me so I go back to bed with the thought in my head by the time I have rested for another 6 or 7 hours the world may have caught up with me.

So far I have been sleeping in for 6 or seven years and the world has still not caught up with me. In fact, it’s so far out of sight I no longer know where it is anymore.

And if I were to change it somehow…How does one change the world if one is not in it? How does one find the world if it is simply too slow for me. Why should I slow down to accommodate the people there? Why can’t they speed up for me?

Am I deliberately being ignored? Am I that unlikeable? Or am I really living at the end of the universe?

I think I must have been showering with cosmic shampoo again. Space dust conditioner anyone? Pulsar on my wrist. Rice Krispies in my dish. Who is crazy now? Mash my potato. Do the mash, the monster mash!

I drink soft and alcoholic, hot and cold at the same time. Why is this abnormal?

Why can’t the world be more like me?