Scorched Earth

They say there’s a great inland sea ‘round here
But that story is a load of nonsense
In this place, a drop of water is rare
There’s just a dead world beyond the back fence
There is sand as far as the eye can see
Corroding metal, scarred rocks and red dust
Nothing lives here – It’s barren as can be
Upon this misery of the earth’s crust
The sun has been burning here for so long
And it has no intention of stopping
This environment can bring down the strong
It’s destiny to fall – No use fighting

In here, the relentless sun keeps burning
As the rest of the world keeps on turning


26th Feburary 2004

Cookery Class

I treat all women I meet with respect
They’ve as much right to this world as I do
I never see them as a sex object
Cos’ I’ve a cross to bear and sins to rue
Just one excuse – That was all they needed
And then they made my life a living hell
Time didn’t matter. Reason wasn’t heeded
And the question of why was lost as well
An unworthy maggot – of me they deem
They kept demanding an apology
My confidence was blown to smithereens
And I’ve become great at saying sorry

But I finally realised years later
You had me wrapped ‘round your little finger


22nd February 2004