Poems

'Happy Families'

Isn't it funny how
In happy families now

The dinner table tends to be laden full
With bowls of food and a ladle full
Of all the things to make our tables full

Strange how it's the stuff they all say
Will make us die in every stupid way
Strange how people live on it every day
'But it's never made me obese', they say

Unbelievable, really, the state we're in
Food and everything else comes out of a tin
The TV is on and the dinner is in
It'll go from a packet to packet to packet to bin
The TV is still sitting and hissing a din

How can you live like this is what I say
People like you and me every day
As if we’d do anything to change our ways
So hypocritical, that’s me, (or I) and it's going to stay

Oh well, it seems like nothing will happen
Even though our kids will eventually fatten
Their trousers, I think, will have to slacken

Isn't it funny now
Isn't it funny how?

'Pathetic Fallacy'

Rain moves in translucent sheets across the
Icy sky and green, bent needles of the
Evergreen, never leaving still breathing
Trees that line the end of the garden green
I don't know why but this weather has not
Affected me in the slightest, not me
It is a rather pathetic fallacy

'Puppet'

Act like you're on strings
Act like you're a puppet
Act like you are different
Act like you'r- oh, fuck it
Wear your different clothes
Act so 'individual'
Wierd how everyone's the same
Wierd how you've taken the fall
Strange how you're repressed
By labels and your dress
Strange how you're depressed
By what i'm sure is mere coincidence
Deal with it like everyone else
I know its hard for you, you're depressed
I forgot, I must have some sense!
Who could forget, you're so depressed
More depressed than everyone else, no less
So depressed that you cut yourself
So depressed that the blood stains your dress
So depressed that you have to show everyone
You must be so depressed.
You seem to be in such a mess.

'Suburbia'

On every street in every town
There's an epidemic crawling round
A slag with a kid, or two, or ten
When did it start, when will it end

Homophobic and racist and fag in her mouth
She's wearing black clothes, she's depressed herself
Then one day she'll realise, when she looks back
How little she's done, except speed, E and smack

'Discipline them young' she'll say in vain
As they all get arrested, again and again
In her little house, 'I'll buy it one day'
The council will someday let a ruin away

No matter, Labour will always take care of her
No matter, the cheapness, of let-down suburbia

'Vanilla Coke'

Why does vanilla coke
Taste so good?
We all now coke
And McDonald's aren't good
They're evil and make their
Products from Wood! (probably)

'What proof of this?'
You hear me question
There is no proof
Of such grand deception

'So why do you say it?'
I question, a second
'Everyone says so'
Says you, a weapon

Microsoft are evil,
So they are too
They've only brought the world
Computers, so true
But oh well, they all say
They're so evil, Nazis,like you

Success = Badness
Obviously, thats the case
I think i've figured it out
If I ever become successful
Make sure i'm exactly what you hate
Just to spite you so you can taste
A poison fancy free laced
With everything you crave

'Woe Is Me'

Woe is me
For I have run out
Of my beloved

Woe is me
For I cannot be without
My beloved

Woe is me
For I will have to shout
For my beloved

Woe is me
For I will sit and pout
About my beloved

Woe is me
I will not have a drought
Because of my beloved

Woe is me
I will cut flesh out
For my beloved

Woe is me
It will run red
And my beloved
Will come back to me
The pain will not me lack
My hair will no longer be black
For I have run out of dye
Woe is me
Woe is I