December 2011
5 posts
My Crappy Christmas
I wake up alone in a cold, empty bed
Last night’s wine coiling around my head
Wish I’d been born Jewish instead
My crappy christmas
I hop aboard a forlorn 36
Housing deviants, neds, depressing pricks
And a man who’s dog just won’t stop being sick
My crappy christmas
I find myself funnelling pints in the local pub
Exchanging anecdotes with men named Chaz and Shug...
These Hospitals
We’ve spent half of our lives in these hospitals
Traversing the narrow corridors
We wait in vain for a hint of good news
While the sterile fumes make us choke
19th century buildings
21st century lies
We’ll only ever cry in these hospitals
Bidding farewell to the past
One by one it comes to us all
Our love was never meant to last
19th century buildings
21st century lies...
The Church of the Self
So I put my hand through the mirror
Another 7 years bad luck
So enraged by what I saw
Too drunk to give a fuck
In the church of the self I write my own scripture, rejoice in my sin, worship my own picture
In the church of the self I write my own scripture, rejoice in my sin, worship my own picture
In the church of the self I write my own scripture, rejoice in my sin, worship my own picture...