By
Ant, The GameCat, Smith
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Performance Poems
Copyright © 2012 by Ant Smith
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*****
You Can't Do Anything About It
You might look good on the dance floor
*****
Plaything
I’m
happy to be your plaything
I am your sex toy
It doesn’t
demean me
Well it does, but I don’t mind
I love those Psycho moments
When
I’m in the shower
Things get slippery underfoot
At your
soapy touch
Happy to be your plaything
Happy to be your
toy
Happy to be your plaything
Happy to be your toy
You raise me every morning
In your
special way
Sometimes I find I’m bound and gagged
And I
can’t get away
I admire your expertise
With that thing
you hold
If you were a pole dancer
I would be your pole
Happy
to be your plaything
Happy to be your toy
Happy to be your
plaything
Happy to be your toy
I love your
naked skipping
You jiggle like a whore
You leave me here
sweating
And panting out for more
Panting, panting, panting,
panting,
Panting out for more
Happy to be your plaything
Happy
to be your toy
Happy to be your plaything
Happy to be your toy
I love your dirty looks
And your
push-up bra
There’s more to you than
Meets the eye
Of
those boys you taunt
There’s a piece of me you enrage
When
I see you flaunt
They may pump your tyres up
But I will ride
you home.
Yes they may pump your tyres up
But I will ride you
home.
Happy to be your plaything
Happy
to be your toy
Happy to be your plaything
Happy to be your boy
*****
You're the very definition of
You're the
very definition of the taking of the piss
If you were with a
prostitute, you'd charge her by the inch
If you were in a porno
flick, there wouldn't be no sound
If you were doing anal, you
wouldn't reach around
You're the very definition of the
shock and the awe
If you were in a fight you'd kick 'em in the
balls
If you were in a schoolyard, you'd sell 'em hardcore dope
N if you were in a funeral home you'd make a fucking joke
You're the very definition of
original sin
When you lend a tenner you rake a hundred in
When
you visit granny you steal her fucking teeth
Then demand a
blowjob and give her HIV
You're the very definition of ABC1
You're the very definition of being a cunt
You're the very
definition of Britain's Got Talent
You're the very definition of
Simon fucking bastard cunting bastard fucking Cowell.
*****
Devotee
I no longer dare to touch you
For
the fear you might scream
I’m not surprised I repulse
you
When I think of where I’ve been
I guess you murder
children
Or rape OAPs
You must carry some burden
To have
earned a curse like me
Devotee, devotee, devotee,
devotee
Devotee, devotee, that’s me
I no longer hope to see you
Except
for in my dreams
I’m not surprised you don’t hold
me
When I think of what you’ve seen
I guess that you are
an angel
A perfect bleeding being
You must have a heart of
gold
To love your devotee
Devotee, devotee, devotee,
devotee
Devotee, devotee, that’s me
I no longer bear to kiss you
When
I’m a drunk disgrace
I no longer want to repent
What, I
have done in haste
I no longer dare to worship you
I know it
isn’t safe
But I will tend a shrine for you
In a secret
place
Devotee, devotee, devotee,
devotee
Devotee, devotee, that's me.
If I knew you we're coming, I'd have
faked a rape, faked a rape, faked a rape,
If I knew you we're
coming, Ha ha ha ha, Devotee
*****
Strange Girl
You are
A bi-o-logical mistake
You are
a blot upon
the
Landscape
The world can
well do
Without the
The
likes of you
N’
time waits
For no-one
N’ no-one
Waits for you
N’
you think
That that is strange
But I know
Know it’s
true
S.T.R.-A.N.G.-E, Strange-girl
S.T.R.-A.N.G.-E,
Strange-
S.T.R.-A.N.G.-E, Strange-girl
S.T.R.-A.N.G.-E,
Strange-
You are
A
little de-ranged
I see it
In the games that you play
It’s
almost
As though there’s no bra-in
To guide your
Your
sense of shame
I
Would
Like to purchase
A Genetic
Puncture kit
Just to
To
try ‘n’ fix
Fix up
How you tick, tick, Tick, tick,
tick
N’
time waits
For no-one
N’ no-one
Waits for you
N’
you think
That that is strange
But I know
Know it’s
true
S.T.R.-A.N.G.-E, Strange-girl
S.T.R.-A.N.G.-E,
Strange-
S.T.R.-A.N.G.-E, Strange-girl
S.T.R.-A.N.G.-E,
Strange-
You are strange
Oh so strange
A
little de-ranged-girl
You are strange, strange, strange
Oh so
strange
*****
States of matter-imony
I keep vacuum bags I’ve filled
With the dust that fell from
you
Wet my finger tip and dip
Sherbet fountain, tasty bits
I store
the tears that were spilled
When I disappointed you
I like to
bathe when they’re distilled
Salty crystals are my pills
Gas or
liquid or solid, you are
Lovable in a bag, or in a jar
Anyone
can love, tits or arse
Lips or looks or
Thoughts or fucks
I bottle
odours you release
In the night time, in your sleep
Nothing
smells to me so sweet
As you do under sheets
Gas or liquid or solid, you
are
Lovable in a bag, or in a jar
Anyone can love
Flesh and
such
I love you
To your guts
*****
Songs of Innocence
If I were to tell you
What I have
in mind
Would you run, run and run
Would you run and hide?
If you caught me looking
At you in
this way.
Would you smile and lightly
Try to slink away?
.Or are you deeply into me
Like
I'd like to be
Into you, into you,
Into, into, into, into
Wanna
be into you
If as you sleep I touch you
In
that secret place
Would you squirm and moan and pant
Or wake
and slap my face?
If I press too close to
See which
bits might fit
Would the red seas part, or
Would you yet
resist?
Or are you deeply into me
Like
I'd like to be
Into you, into you,
Into, into, into, into
Wanna
be into you
If I took you roughly
Creep up
from behind
Would you say "I do Declare"
Or chance,
or chance, or chance, or chance
Or chance would be divine.
If I were that monster
Mommy
warned you off
Would you pack your things n'go
Or rip your
clothing off?
I think I know you well enough
For
you are deeply into me
Into me,
Into, into, into, into
You
are into me
*****
Mo Fo
Tobacco strands
lie lose upon
My lap and iPhone screen
Ash falls languidly
upon
My bent and crooked knees
- My bent and crooked knees
Coffee cools in paper cup
My elbow
soaks the drippings up
Dog shit on the pavement lays
Beneath my
tapping foot
- Beneath my tapping foot
People think that I look like
I'm
about to spit
Perhaps maybe, perhaps they're right
I've had
enough of fucking this
- I've had enough of fucking this
Your breath reeks, your tears
burn
Your sweat makes my stomach churn
Your spit splatters like
pigeon shit
Your piss constantly drips, drips, drips
- Your
piss constantly drips, drips, drips
Your snot crusted nose covers scabies
scabs
You scratch as though you’ve got a dose of crabs
Your
love congeals upon impact
You low down worthless fucking twat
-
You low down worthless fucking twat
Your twisted features seem to
drip
Your grim red line, teeth sucking lips
Your cheeks flap
each time you grunt
Your face looks like my mother’s cunt
-
Your face looks like my mother’s cunt
*****
ETX
Has it ever been
like this, before ?
Have you ever had, the wolf,
knocking at
your door ?
Has it ever been like this, before ?
ETX, XYZ
I wonder what it, is that
happens next.
The earth is still a-turning, It’s gone around
the bend
I think that this must, Be the living end
Wholesale, retail
Gotta go and buy
it
Wholesale, retail
Life’s a fucking riot
Wholesale,
wholesale
Retail, retail
Wholesale, retail
It isn’t
over yet
If there’s a god I think I want a refund
Uppers and downers, and round-a-bout
towners
I want a packet of magical tablets
Red ones, and blue
ones, and old ones, and new ones
Some that I swallow and some that
I chew on
I want to take them all of the time
I want to get
right out of my mind
I want to be on hallucinogenics
I want my
thoughts to be synthetic
Time is still a-tickin’, it’s a terminal disease
Champion the wonder-horse-meat
<Give
your dog a real treat>
Aint got no kind of future, Nowhere
left to go
The international conglomerates, Make me, feel
small.
Good bye fair green valley, Farewell mountain grove
There
gonna build another Coca-cola superstore
So’s you’ll
feel at home
Wholesale, retail
Gotta go and buy
it
Wholesale, retail
Life’s a fucking riot
Wholesale,
wholesale
Retail, retail
Wholesale, retail
It isn’t
over yet
Fucked the telly, It’s full of
shite
Fucked the town, they fucked it right
Fucked the dogs on
Dovecot street,
<We want the world and we want it now>
Fuck
new labour, it’s full of scum
Fuck the papers, they’re
just too glum
Fuck the queen, and her fucking mum
Fuck the
pope, and his fucking nuns
Fuck the lord’s, “Thy will
be done”
Fuck the fucking Millennium
Fuck the fucking
Millennium
Fuck the fucking Millennium
*****
Weird World
Take another
slug o’ poison
From a coffee cup
Take another coffin
nail
And light the fucker up
Take another peep inside
Another
dirty book
- take another look
Take another liberty
With people
that I knew
Take another likely hood
Anyone will do
Take
another universe
Or send me back to school
I’m just
another refugee
From the human zoo
Take another broken dream
Another
tube of glue
I’m all bust up
All bust up
I don’t
know what to do
Take me out on to the streets
And let me roam
around
Let me see it, for myself
Let me hear the sound
Let
me taste the scent of hell
Send me underground
Let me have a
chance to die
Inside a football ground
Roll me on to a roll
over
Ferry’s that going down
Take another press cutting
From
any random week
Read about a mercy killing
Or watch it on TV
Or
see it live, on satellite
The bastards bought the bleeding
rights
Princess Die! - We’re due a death
To make the week
complete
And Finally
It’s all bad
news, who’s killing who
The Wests were not the
freaks
They’re ten-a-penny
They could be free
They
could be presenters on the BBC
They could be you, they could be me
Take another look upon
The people
that you’re with
Do you think, that they are thinking
That
you think, that they are strange?
Do you think, that they are
thinking
That you think, they’re not the same?
Do you
think, that they are thinking
That you think?
Do you think that
they’re to blame?
For this weird world?
*****
Another Time, Another Place
I lose sight of you, when I blink
And
that’s another moment lost
When I brush my teeth, shave or
shit
It’s yet another moment lost
When you walk away, I stand
n’stare
Before another moment’s lost
I replay
images of you
In all of these moments I have lost
I love most of all your contours
The
shape of the space that you fill
You leave a void beside of me
The
shape of the space that you fill
And you are my fifth dimension
That
is to say, my paradise
Yes, you are my fifth dimension
That is
to say, you are my life
*****
I Will Do Things
I will do things for, to, you
if
you want me to, take you by the hand
I will, I will, I will, I
will,
I will do things for, to, you
I will do the best I can,
by you
if you want me to, visit virgin land
I will do things
for, to, you
if you’d want me to
I do
*****
London Knives
London Knives London Knives London Knives London Knives
No one plans like happenstance, yet
still they lie still, these still lives
Does all knowing mean all
seeing all the grieving that survives
Is it a question of
believin’ that believin’ answers lies
Are all answers
found in faith and is all faith all knowing wise?
Does all knowing mean all seeing all
the grieving that survives
Are we fit to see the reason that the
reason does not sit?
Are all answers found in faith and is all
faith all knowing wise?
How deep are shadows cast by truth burning
lives bit by bit?
Are we fit to see the reason that the
reason does not sit?
Nothing shines like sacrifice, a cutting edge
will cuts inflict
How deep are shadows cast by truth burning lives
bit by bit by bit by bit?
Fact is just a truthful fiction not an
honest contradiction
Nothing shines like sacrifice, a
cutting edge will cuts inflict
Is it a question of believin’
that believin’ answers lies
Fact is just a truthful fiction
not an honest contradiction
No one plans like happenstance, yet
still they lie still, these still lives
London Knives London Knives London
Knives London Knives
London Knives London Knives London Knives
London Knives
No one plans like happenstance, yet still they lie still
*****
Far Too Many
Far too many cigarettes,
stubbed
out in my face.
Far too many insects,
flying about this
place.
Far to many spiders,
spinning in my head.
Far too many hours spent,
inside
this baking room.
Far too many brain cells dead,
I’m in
that zombie mood.
I got to get out.
Far too many locks and
bolts,
securing my front door.
Lost my keys,
I lost my
keys,
I can’t get out no more.
I get down on my hand and
knees,
scrabble under chairs,
beneath a pile of maggots I,
find
my hammer there.
The one I use to crack the backs
of roaches on
the wall,
I use it now on the window pain
to get me out of
hell.
I’m standing in the garden
when
It begins to bloody rain
Far too many dustbin lids,
playing
in the street.
Far too many bloody kids,
suffering in the heat.
Far too many vehicles,
driving far
too fast.
Far too many earfuls,
as I’m walking past.
Far too many domestic scenes,
of
easy married grief.
Far too many people on,
Far too many
streets.
Far too many on this world,
as it
spins around.
A lonely, cold and helpless rock,
sinking without
sound.
The whole entire universe
locked up in a box -
No
wonder it’s so hot.
Help me, I’m melting.
*****
Git-tar Boy
You’re a GIT
With a
GIT_tar
That makes you a dick
Yes
You’re a GIT
With
a GIT_tar
You’re a fucking dick
You’re a cliché
incarnate
Your music plays on stereotypes
You wear your pants,
of course, too tight
And you pout with a down-casted eye
A special haircut on your head
Your
beautiful tunnel-visioned eyes
Guitar fitting to your breast
You
show us your feminine side
You’re a GIT
With a
GIT_tar
That makes you a dick
Yes
You’re a GIT
With
a GIT_tar
You’re a fucking dick
With pock-marked skin and puppy
fat
You sing about this, n you sing about that
Oh man, life is
hard when you’re a twat
N boy, do you sing from tender
heart
Your ditties finish as they start
You’re a cliché
incarnate
Your music plays on stereotypes
You’re a cliché
incarnate
*****
You Can't Do Anything About It
I'll organise your records a to
z
Except the ones that go round in my head
I'll record your
fav'rite films, most of the way through
'n complain whenever we're
not watching friends
You can't do anything about it
'Cause
I'm mad
You can't do anything about it
'Cause I'm mad
Come
on and have a try and I'll
Stab you in the eye
You can't do
anything about it
'Cause I'm mad
I will use my special man juice on
your chips
My vinegar strokes will make a healthy dip
If it
doesn't stick in your throat, it shouldn't stick in your arse
Loving
me is something like a farce
You can't do anything about it
'Cause
I'm mad
You can't do anything about it
'Cause I'm mad
Come
on and have a try and I'll
Stab you in the eye
You can't do
anything about it
'Cause I'm mad
When I'm in the street, I'll take a
piss
And wave at drivers with my angry dick
And when the
fucking pigs, tell me that I'm remiss
I will tell them just to
suck on this
You can't do anything about it
'Cause
I'm mad
You can't do anything about it
'Cause I'm mad
Come
on and have a try and I'll
Stab you in the eye
You can't do
anything about it
'Cause I'm mad
I promise you I'll have my ups and
downs
I promise you I'll do you in, and out
I'll Laugh and cry
'n whisper
And chant and lie 'n whimper
And beg and plead and
simper -
And then shout
You can't do anything about it
'Cause
I'm mad
You can't do anything about it
'Cause I'm mad
Come
on and have a try and I'll
Stab you in the eye
You can't do
anything about it
'Cause I'm mad
*****
Home Alone
I don’t wanna, I don’t
wanna, I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna,
I don’t
wanna, I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna,
I don't want to have to get up off of
my settee
But the bastard record finished unexpectedly
Standing
up isn't all it's cracked up to be
With my fuzzy head and my
crooked knees
I don’t wanna, I don’t
wanna, I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna,
I don’t
wanna, I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna,
I don't want to have to go out into
my garden
But that bloody laundry thief has called around
again
Bloody sun bloody shine maybe very nice
But stewing in a
stupor is my latest vice
I don't want to call upon them that
live next door
But I can hear them rutting through these paper
walls
I could be an upright man in this community
If it weren't
for the fact I am bloody mean
I don't want to have to walk down to
the corner shop
But I need some paper too take a fucking dump
I've
even used the pages up in my magazines
They make my arse feel as
though it's gonna bloody bleed,
I don’t wanna, I don’t
wanna, I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna,
I don’t
wanna, I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna,
I don't want to have to travel far
and wide
I would much prefer it if I could stay inside
*****
Quitely Insane
Why can't I be one of those
mentals?
Life is hard, when you work it out
I'm an isle, and my
shore it is gentle
I've deserted, without a doubt
Life is hard, when you work it
out
Torrid thought turn to elementals
I've deserted, without a
doubt
Ancestors axed with buried parentals
Torrid thought turn to elementals
In
deep waters I thrash about
Ancestors axed with buried parentals
In
spaces no one hears me shout
In deep waters I thrash about
I'm
an isle, and my shore it is gentle
In spaces no one hears me
shout
Why can't I be one of those mentals?
*****
Dress-up Doll
I'm a pretty little princess
My
girl likes to say
She likes to see it going in
She likes to
have her way
If a thing is beautiful
Then that
thing is dead
I lay my broken ugly side
Next to you in bed
I'm a disco diva
When I move my
legs
You should see me shake it babe
Oops upside my head
If a thing's unusual
It's usually
nothing
I like the fact that you exist
Even when I'm pissed
I'm a naughty fucker
You've said
that more than once
I'm not like all the other boys
It's more
like I'm no one
I'm not so very special
When I'm
on my own
So I will be your mannequin
Your pretty dress up doll
You sometimes make me make some
sense
You sometimes take my
innocence
So I will be your
mannequin
Your pretty dress up doll
The whole entire fucking
world can go to fucking hell
So long as I can serve you with
This
pretty little shell?
*****
Punk Rock
From
Jonny Rotten to Iggy Pop
I
can’t believe it’s not punk rock
And next the slits
will sell tampons
Get your two for one wide on
The
Clash weren’t taking the
bastard piss
When they hinted towards this
Turning rebellion to
franchise
London’s Calling so BT cries
I can’t believe it’s not
punk rock
I can’t believe it’s not punk rock
I
can’t believe it’s not punk rock
Nice
Pension plan
you fuck
Ever
Fallen in love with Red
Mountain?
Ever fallen in love with Red Mountain?
Ever fallen in
love with Red Mountain?
Do New York Bagel’s give you
kicks
As you consume to punk rock riffs?
Will
Sweet Suzy Sioux be selling
shoes?
Will the Dammed be wooing you?
When a charity needs some
grease,
Will Ian ury’s bones be fleeced?
I can’t believe it’s not
punk rock
I can’t believe it’s not punk rock
I
can’t believe it’s not punk rock
Greasing wheels with
your cunt-ry life
You cu-uunts
*****
I wanna go viral
My oozing cock,
your rancid cunt,
Were depressed, so why
not fuck?
Let me slide in on the puss
And I will infect both of
us
- I wanna go viral.
Viral hepatitis
B
Syphilis and HIV
Gonnorhea, scabies, crabs
Herpes simplex,
dose of clap
Be my diseased valentine
I'll seed you with this
dose of mine
-I wanna go viral.
Most STDs are
caught easily
through the membranes of the penis,
vulva,
rectum, urinary tract and less often
ear, nose and throat - or
brain.
The visible
membrane covering the head
Is a mucous membrane, like your
lips.
Mucous membranes differ from skin
In that they let
pathogens in
Pathogens are also able to pass
Through the cuts
of any crack
- I wanna go viral
The primary
sources of infection
fanny-batter, pre-cum, spunk or jism
salival
spit, mucosal skin
feces, sweat and urine
The amount
required to cause a dose
is always less than you suppose
Invisible
to the naked eye.
You call that intelligent design?
Viral hepatitis
B
Syphilis and HIV
Gonnorhea, scabies, crabs
Herpes simplex,
dose of clap
I guess it's true,
Well how about that
God must
be a fucking twat
- I wanna go viral.
*****
Mortician
Dear mortician
I need a
remind-ah
Do me a favour
And gently scalp her
It's okay, it
need not show
For you can take it from
Far down below
I said I would love her
For ever
and a day
I meant I would love her
From beyond the grave
Please
please help me
Misbehave
I want to fuck her
Before she
decays
Dear gynaecologist
I need me a
hole
Some where suitable
To stick my pole
Rigor mortis has
me
Caught out cold
She has seized up like
A limpet on a hull
Dear taxidermist
I need a loving
look
The kind that always
Made me want to fuck
Take your
glassy eyes and
Fashion some suprise
I want to see that
Glint
in her eyes
I said I would love her
For ever
and a day
I meant I would love her
From beyond the grave
Please
please help me
Misbehave
I want to fuck her
Before she
decays
I want to fuck her
Before she
decays
I want to fuck her
Before she decays
I want to fuck
her
Before she decays
I want to fuck her -
Till the end of
days.
*****
One Of Us
I married your tits you know
I
even marred your ribs
I married all of your
Rounded sexy bits
I married your lips you know
I
even married your spit
I married all of your
Active finger tips
Let's fuck like we are fucking
A
pair of fucking twins
Let's make believe we two are one
Eight
legged freak
I married your sweat you know
I
even married your pores
I married all of your
Zits and weeping
sores
I married your shit you know
I
even married your juice
I married all of the
Vomit you
produce
Let's fuck like we are fucking
A pair of fucking
twins
Let's make believe we two are one
Eight legged freak
I married your arse you know
I
even married your thighs
I married all of your
Sweet ol' apple
pie
I married your body you know
And
its dirty mind
I even married one of
My own kind
One of us
One of us
You are one
of us.
*****
Collapse
I have a small
scar above my eyebrow on the right
Odd enough for me I have
memorised that night
Overdosing on the things that give me some
delight.
"'Scuse me while I step outside,
but I may be some time"
And yet I am alive
and but for all of that
I think of all the times
I have and will collapse
I have a small
aversion to drinking vodka neat
And this is how it has been since
I turned eighteen
Overdosing on the things that give me some
relief
With flammable liquids I'm
turning up the heat
And yet I am alive
and but for all of that
I think of all the times
I have and will collapse
Pickle and
preserve for me
All my tasty bits
Immolate my memories
Like
I were your bitch
Sterilise my dirty side
With your finest
wines
Take a furtive peep inside
The
darkness of my mind
And yet I am alive
and but for all of that
I think of all the times
I have and will collapse
From time to time
I worry, I will end my days
Face down in the porcelain, trying to
flush away
Remnants of my inner self, organs and the like
Every
shred of evidence, that I have had a life.
And yet I am alive
and but for all of that
I think of all the times I have and will
Collapse
And yet I am alive and but for all of that
I think
of all the times I have and will Collapse.
*****
Private Parts
Dirty slutty tease
You dirty
slutty tease
Except of course I want you to
You dirty slutty
tease
I've never
plundered your handbag
Even when you've
asked me too
I've never rummaged deep inside
That private part
of you
I've seen you extricate tampons
And things that make you
sigh
But I have sometimes wondered what
You might chose to
hide
Dirty slutty tease
You dirty
slutty tease
Except of course I want you to
You dirty slutty
tease
I've never slipped
my nose inside
Those pages that you
write
I've never read your diary
While you're asleep at
night
I've never wondered if old flames
Can set you still
alight
But I have sometimes wondered if
Their prowess out does
mine
Dirty slutty tease
You dirty
slutty tease
Except of course I want you to
You dirty slutty
tease
I've never dipped
my hand inside
Your dirty laundry
bucket
I've never messed your panties up
With spunk stains on
the gusset
I've never worn your knickers like
Some men and
husbands do
But I have sometimes wondered what
It's like to be
like you
You dirty slutty
cock hungry
Madame of my dreams
You naughty fussy pussy hussy
Girl of such extremes
You jiggle in the places that
Make
you look obscene
You wiggle in the spaces that
I fill up with
my need
So I don't haveta
dig too deep
With finger or with claw
To know that you will
always leave
Me wanting that bit more
Your beauty isn't just
skin deep
You're engorgeous to the core
I love the fact that
underneath
You're my dirty lovely whore
Dirty slutty tease
You dirty
slutty tease
Except of course I want you to
You dirty slutty
tease
*****
I Will Ruin You
Like champagne ruins rich kids
Like
wasps can ruin picnics
Like kisses ruin lipstick
I will ruin
you
Like Hollywood ruins novels
Like poets ruin
bottles
Like brick walls ruin knuckles
I will ruin you
Like
cancer ruins Christmas
Like telling ruins wishes
Like dead men
ruin nooses
I will ruin you
Like gelding ruins
stallions
Like bankers ruin millions
Like armies ruin
civilians
I will ruin you
Like pissing ruins blow jobs
Like
rapists ruin heartthrobs
Like men can ruin their gods
I will
ruin you
*****
You might look good on the dance floor
You might look
good on the dance floor,
But Is it any
better than it was before?
There's cash for
gold and the
opportunity to pawn
There are pay day
loans
Available by phone
There are mortgages
If you already
have a home
And there are squatters' rights
But they're a
fucking a joke
You might look
good on the dance floor,
But Is it any better than it was before?
There are
cybernetic eugenics
And fibre optic cocks and tits
And all it
takes is two mouse clicks
With your sexy fingertips
My penis
has gone digital
But it's interface is still physical
I need a
cyber miracle
Cos this just ain't logistical
You might look
good on the dance floor,
But Is it any better than it was before?
There are
televisions in 3D
And everything has gone 3G
Welcome to the two
point zero me
That's the one on ecstasy
They promised we'd have
hoverboards
For I was gonna be a cosmo-naught
But I'm a gonna
be a holding my breath from the day I was born to the day I'm dead
Yes I'm a gonna be a holding my breath from the day I was born to
the day I'm dead
You might
look good on the dance floor,
But Is it any better than it was
before?
You might look good on the dance floor,
But Is it any
better than it was before?
You might have the wolf knocking at
your door,
'cos It ain't any better than it was before.
*****
Jonny
Jonny is a funny bugger in the way he
lives his life
I understand he pays for sex and he thinks that's
alright
He likes to hold his cigarette as though it were a dick
He likes to give his stupid hair a girly little flick
Jonny is a funny bugger, he's a
fucking git
Jonny is a funny bugger, he's a little thick
Jonny is a funny bugger he has a
facial tick
He likes to wear dark glasses so he can disguise it
He meters out his precious time like it were a gift
He waxes
his bikini line and acts just like a tit
Jonny is a funny bugger, he's a
fucking git
Jonny is a funny bugger, he's a little thick
Jonny is a funny bugger, cries
himself to sleep at night
Jonny wonders how it is he ain't got a
life
Jonny is a funny bugger, always needs a light
Jonny
wonders what it is that he ain't doing right
Jonny is a funny bugger, he's a
fucking git
Jonny is a funny bugger, he's a little thick
Jonny
is a funny bugger, he's a major dick
Jonny is a funny bugger, he's
a grade A prick
*****
Hate My Life
My paranoia’s
based in fact
I just got to not
react
Hate my life
I hate my life
Hate my life
I hate my
life
I’m gonna take a hold of a knife
And prove to you I
hate my life
I’m gonna get a length of rope
And show you
this is not a joke
But I guess that I will die
Not from truth
but just from life
I find my mind is
out of whack
And I don’t need to see no quack
Hate my
life
I hate my life
Hate my life
I hate my life
You might
think that this ain’t right
But even animals act out of
spite
Pea aphids and some termites
Can self-explode when in a
fight
See my death erection blow
Oh my god what a way to go
Don’t look
forward, don’t look back
Far too busy for this track
Hate
my life
I hate my life
Hate my life
I hate my life
Something
has been poisoning my mind
Something trying to be cruel to be
kind
Something somehow somewhere stays
Cycling around inside my
brain
See my shit and urine flow
When I am in to my death
throes
*****
Little cunt
Little cunt
Will
grow up
To hate her
Mammy
She’ll
be a disappointment
Everyday
She’ll
be a dirty parasite
Sucking away
She’ll
be a member
Of the human race
You’re a
joke little cunt
You’re a
madam
You’re a joke little cunt
I should say
You’re
a joke little cunt
You’re a bad ‘un
You’re a
joke little cunt
Your just that way
Little cunt
Will
grow up
To fuck over
Daddy
She’ll kill him
With her
love
He'll hate the day
That she marries
And makes her own
special
Little runt
You’re a
joke little cunt
You’re a madam
You’re a joke
little cunt
I should say
You’re a joke little cunt
You’re
a bad ‘un
You’re a joke little cunt
Your just that
way
You’re a
joke little cunt
You’re just that way
Yes, You’re a
joke little cunt
You’re just that way
You little cunt
*****
I won't
I won't buy for you a dozen roses
For
I know you fear pricks
I won't book for us a fancy dinner
Or
splash out on tickets
I won't make all my special sexy moves
On
the back row at the flicks
Instead I'll do the kind of things
I
know that make you tick
I won't bring you swedish chocolates
Or things that make you sick
I won't take you out to gay old
Paris
Or other crazy shit
I won't offer you the very moon
For
you know I don't own it
Instead I'll strip my clothing off
And
offer you my bits
I won't send to you some stupid
card
I ordered with mouse clicks
I won't present to you my
bleeding heart
That's not a good antic
I won't go to hell
inside a handcart
Or swim the river Styx
Instead I'll simply
play my part
For you're my true epic
*****
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