I’m creaking like a rusty hinge,
Oh deary me, another drinking binge.
Drink it, down it, just for the night,
As tomorrow brings up bile that’s bright.
Goodbye dear kidneys, it’s really time,
Ten vodkas too many, my evil crime.
I give thee water, but now too late,
Bring it on, oh liver sclerosis fate.
The mouth of putridness, yes, this is I,
Too many licked carpets not enough sober pie.
Monday 2 July 2001
Can't Cope
This life is feeling tired
Too much nonsense in here
Infinite baggage over acquired
A brain is bulging
All over the side
The balancing act
A daily routine
Mindful explosions don’t interact
A draining torment
Breaks down the slack
Head like a murky pond
No figure to speak of
A canyon replaces the useful bond
Crazy nervosa enters
Sanity has moved on
Apparent sleep lasts all day
Heavy limbs hibernate
Daylight is swapped for a lunar ray
Pallid enamel skin
Sunken eyes close once again
Too much nonsense in here
Infinite baggage over acquired
A brain is bulging
All over the side
The balancing act
A daily routine
Mindful explosions don’t interact
A draining torment
Breaks down the slack
Head like a murky pond
No figure to speak of
A canyon replaces the useful bond
Crazy nervosa enters
Sanity has moved on
Apparent sleep lasts all day
Heavy limbs hibernate
Daylight is swapped for a lunar ray
Pallid enamel skin
Sunken eyes close once again
Friday 23 March 2001
Non-friend
Why is it I find,
Sometimes we’re all blind
People are shitty
We’re left only with pity
All of the sheep lie
They find it hard to cry
See their squinty faces
Take me through the paces
Back ache, face ache
I try, what you fake
Do you cry like a baby
Do you make friends like maybe
Sometimes we’re all blind
People are shitty
We’re left only with pity
All of the sheep lie
They find it hard to cry
See their squinty faces
Take me through the paces
Back ache, face ache
I try, what you fake
Do you cry like a baby
Do you make friends like maybe
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