Monthly Archives: October 2023
An Interlude to Banality
AN INTERLUDE TO BANALITY
You look dumb from here
Spear the fish
My only wish
Is for excitement
Cancel my inditement
They dropped the charges
They said I’m the largest
They’ve got a record
So long I’m bored
An interlude to banality
Finish my reality
Scramble the code
Unpack my load
Remove my senses
Jump over fences
Three blind mice
Yeah I got a new vice
Addicted to you
You hammer I screw
The best I am
Damn this to hell
Make this up as I go
Swing to and fro
You look dumb from here
She said she don’t care
About my condition
rendition
Rinse it out
Beatle’s shout then twist
Masturbate a sore wrist
I have it in my hand
I was buried in the sand
Tidal wave
Then shave
Shaving brush
And then she gave me thrush
From her pussy
Not the cat
Gone flying bat
I love her
Can I defer?
From this act
Show me some tact
And some manners
Grease monkey held hammer
Above her head
And I read it online
Yes I paid a big fine
For the crash
Thrash metal
In the cage
paid off the sage
For the facts
No I have some tact
And some charm
We bought the farm
Let’s fly away
So you can have your say
I’ll dictate
Check my prostate
Middle finger in my bum
She said it was fun
An interlude to banality
Check reality
It may be a dream
Can you please scream
Loud if you can
Neighbours don’t give a damn
Run the race
Save face
Leave a trace
Disgrace
Can of mace
To keep away
Tomorrow’s a farce
Say they are flying to Mars
Fix this world
The Things That Keep Me Awake At Night
See, even my instrumental music is mental
… Then Give Me Another Kind
Digital Foreplay
Digital Foreplay
Let the wi-fi in
Open the window
I am plugged into the wall
Still tall
Big balls
Digital Foreplay
Objection that’s here say
Paralysed
but not rich
like
Reeve
Used to like walking
Take my advice
Stay clean stay nice
Waiting for Godot
–
not answered
I invented the wheel
But poor so I steal
Killed by my boss
No sorry for the loss
Fixed dilated pupils
Plug me into power
Sixty minutes an hour
No cochlear implant
I’d stand up but I can’t
Rub my hard drive
Dead on arrival
The craniotomy
Is why she’s
forgotten me
It’s based on survival
I was born in the seventies
So save me your pleasantries
Put my RAM into port
Recorder now cool
I dropped the tool
Won’t stop ringing
So I better not stop singing
I’ll go mental
It’s borrowed rental
Screeching sound
It’s loud
Welcome to my world
Not the right pitch
Sound is a bitch
Please don’t mistake my ease
I love the woman
All of her
I love her