🔉 Gender.
I’ve got a gender identityI’m not quite sure what it isAm I meant to be a misterOr maybe I’m a miss It really is confusingFor all my friends and meEspecially when decidingWhere I’m going to have a pee I’m going…
P.J.
🔉 Dancing Queen
Dancing and swaying alone in her roomMoving around to her own ghostly tuneShe smiles as she dancesRemembering the pastWishing those times hadn’t gone so fastNow living each dayAs if it were her last.She remembers her husbandWho now is long goneRecalling…
🔉 Ashes
When your world is destroyed by fireYou should stand in the ashesEmbrace the heat that remainsLet the old embers warm youKeep you safeHelping you to rekindle a new fireAs the sparks rise from the dying cindersThey form another fire, a…
Sweeties with Menaces
We’re going out tonightTo teach our kids new tricksWe’ll get all dressed up in disguiseGo out and get our kicks Go and visit all the old folkGive them a big surpriseWe’ll send the kids up all aloneTo knock upon their…
Christmas Presence.
All alone on Christmas eveWaiting for the snowBasking in the gentle warmth, of the fires glowStaring at an unlit treeWith no presents on the floorHoping for a Christmas callOr a knock upon the door Thinking of the days gone byWith…
🔉Cheerful Christmas.
I had a cheerful ChristmasWhen I’d just turned threeI looked at all the presentsAs they lay beneath the treeThe candles that were on itWere lit and all aflameWell, I got so beside myselfI’ll have to take the blameIn my great…
Och Humbug
The Scots they went and banned ChristmasUp until nineteen fifty- eightIt seemed such a brilliant idea to meIt’s a holiday I fucking hate. The Kirk had decided, in wisdomPeople shouldn’t enjoy life too muchNot now. Not with Christ in his…
Service.
Remember, remember the eleventh of NovemberGunpowder, treason, and MumsNot just once a year, theirs was for lifeThink of them often, they all were our sons It’s easy you see to forget all that mattersThis life that we lead, depends on…
Breathe
Breathe. From our first cry,to the last gasp,we are but breath upon a mirror Frail and ephemeral,a thin layer upon the worldOur reflection both hazy and distorted Yet,we know what lies beneathis our own To perceive this truth,we only need…
To (modern) Autumn
The Autumn mist falls gentlyon my window paneOh no, it’s condensationthey’re filling up again I’ll have to get them cleanedbefore the room it all fills upWith scents of mellow fruitfulnessof mould and other stuff. It’s time to put the heating…