Coming to America

I find myself in America,
The ladies love my voice.
The land of opportunity, 
A land of golden choice.

But people are so paranoid, 
They’ll sue you for a touch.
The money that you once had, 
Was taken by the judge.

Freeway number 66’,
Runs from coast to coast.
Im in my own road movie, 
I play the dry white toast.

If you find your way to pick me up, 
On your bike easy rider truck.
My face and on my guitar, 
The blues that you once took.

Im coming back to England, 
To the castles and the lime.
To you I once did visit, 
But here I do my time.

Down to Earth personalities, 
And you were all so kind.
Im sure I will come back again, 
A new film I will find.

Alcohol Trees

Alcohol trees Glass of ale please sir, and make it snappy… just popping off to change my wet nappy, by the alcohol trees… Sorry I’ll have to sign now Can’t talk anymore, Lost the power of speech Cant even slur my words, By the alcohol trees. Go on, ask me a question You’ll see what I mean. You’ll hear my brain Just stutter and steam Whilst I draw a blank, And inwardly scream, By the alcohol trees. Just a simple question Someone’s blocked the little stream… Of thoughts to my tongue, and the alcohol trees.

Awaken

Awaken

Occasional lines of sight during sleep
A walled trip of black and white
Showing me a plot for reading at night
A dark world away from the green fluffy sheep
A world of technicolour was the waking vision I keep.

My Fun

My Fun

You can make me happy again
Far from the things you saw today
And you are not the same old phase
As I had when I was away

I see a distant place in the stars
Far from the town and jostling bars
I saw the person you really are
wonder if it would really last

Its not because you stopped writing to me 
And its not because you were terribly free
Its just because you were a bitch and a piece
And a horrible beast to my fun for me 

I cannot rise and remember

All the lies and distemper
If I could only see you once
I wouldn’t have to see you again
Again Again again again again and again

I like to Drink sometimes

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Office Dreamer

Office Dreamer

Well I've done my daily fifty
And my mind's smog, mire and misty,
I wish that girl would come and kiss me.
She doesn’t know, how much she, misses me at all!

I might be young and loud and lairy,
Maybe just a little hairy,
Been waiting long for love to share me,
She don’t know, how much she cares, for me at all!

I'm just a desk top bored day dreamer,
A little office dreamer schemer,
I want that girl, I wanna Beamer,
Its just no good, seems oh so feeble, in the end.

Lunchtime

Lunchtime Walking lines, people smother, All steepled high, One upon another, Going one way or t'other, Whilst speaking on phones, Avoiding the cones, Attached to their drags, Don’t step on the cracks, The hard office hats, Brief case, shopping bags, Some sitting down, Some smoking fags. Some looking around, Cackling hags. Walking in circles, round the square in the park, Its here that I watch them, a lonesome young clerk.

Another Sleeping Beauty

Another Sleeping Beauty

So what does it take to make a Man if,
All the things that the little ones can
Propose to take, then compose and bake
In the grand old lake of crimes for cake,
eggs trouble and quake,
to eat it, beat it, hold it and treat bits 
To some ears for the future 
Hearing of ken purity and couture 
In knowledge, in remittance,
to who knows, where while they still 
say, ‘well there is no care…’
…In the struggle to go here… 

Static Nightmare

Static Nightmare

Ring me baby,
Give me a bell. 
Text me baby,
who can tell.
I’ll write you, 
Maybe,
With bitter 
egg shells and
Green egg gal’s
Wild spotted bellies,
And scabby old shelves.
Fuzzy screen tellies
Showing mad
Static little elves,
I’m having a nightmare,
Can’t wake for the bells.

Dirty Date

Dirty Date Hey would you like to go For a drink with me If you say yes Here's what I see I'll look at your neck I'll glance at your bum You won't know that was done I will notice your nipples When they are stiff I'll get an erection When I get a whiff Of your perfume Mingled with your body You won't notice this. Your boobs are amazing I wish I could touch And your luscious lips I like very much You said yes and why not To a drink or such I must honestly admit I felt rather butch... Oh I really want you hot So after a few drinks I really want what not We go back to your house Maybe a snog methinks Some coffee anticipation To settle and suck face With natural perspiration Then I decide to try a thigh Then your back and tight belly Not venturing too high I go around, turn to jelly The side of your boob, Oh weighty, oh so firm Don't think we'll need the lube My hard on gives a squirm So I hold and cup and neade Ahoy! another a stern Then I try down south and squeeze Your crotch, that feels real warm What a turn on what a wheeze  Change, return to tits and arms.... Then at last you make a grab for it Through my jeans a naïve touch You rub my stiffy dick You grip and hold my packet Oh where did I leave my jacket? Now plunging down below Into pants and hairs and holes All squishy and rather tight then..... You pull my cock right out! With a murmur and a shiver You then cum on top of my finger With all a shivering and quiver So now I'm not really embarrassed When my penis starts to feel harassed And I squidge a tidy packet All up your arm and sleeve Narrowly missing aforesaid jacket And I cannot quite believe When you lick it up and lap it But we agree to meet again As its getting rather late And we will definitely shag And we'll have a suck & lick So I scratch my empty bag After licking your wet lips Then I'll stick a dick in it The next time that we date The next time we do coffee She said I taste of toffee... Yes we'll have another date as its getting rather late....

Purple Hurtle Turtle

Purple Turtle Hurtle I might still have a royal flush Its colour doesn’t really matter You don’t look like me, you’re pink I’m not going to make a fuss If your tall or small or fatter Doesn’t mean the honky’s stink Whether you’re a king or a queen You don’t look like me, you’re green And I don’t care for real fresh cream That doesn’t mean you’re mental mean Just because I’m not society You don’t look like me, you’re blue Or forsake hard-line sobriety Doesn’t mean that you’re not true I may have been there in your class You didn’t look like me, your purple But I didn’t have your pass That doesn’t mean you cannot rhyme Unless you hurtle like a turtle Can it mean you’re out of line or sinful Mean or not kind or very rude or frightful So the opinion remains the same It’s just the difference bothering you Whether fear or scars and pain And all the ignorance of a few.