There’s nothing wrong with my boy, you hear me?
I don’t appreciate the things you say
My teeth are bared as you can plainly see
So you’d be best getting out of our way
You’re not laying a finger on my boy
He’s my flesh and blood. To which I will dote
Yes, be it known that he’s my pride and joy
Mess with him and I’ll rip out your throat
He may be blind but one day he will dare
He may be helpless but he’s far from mild
He may be lame but he swipes like bear
And all that matters is he’s my child
I won’t let you within a foot of him
This is our world where you don’t belong in
19th February 2005
An archive of sonnet poetry collating two decades of material written by a nutter.
Saturday, February 19, 2005
Friday, February 18, 2005
The island we call home
The island we call home’s a foreign shore
Made up of ghost towns built from our own hands
Ghosts walk for no one lives there any more
As everyone travelled to a new land
Travelling across the sea in a coffin
To a life that will never be the same
Don’t say what you have done. They won’t listen
They will own you and make you change your name
You have to smile in spite of the gloom
They don’t care for you are a refugee
Opportunities become delusions
And fortune relies on a lottery
But you still have dreams of a nice blue sea
From the island home that you’ll never see
18th February 2005
Made up of ghost towns built from our own hands
Ghosts walk for no one lives there any more
As everyone travelled to a new land
Travelling across the sea in a coffin
To a life that will never be the same
Don’t say what you have done. They won’t listen
They will own you and make you change your name
You have to smile in spite of the gloom
They don’t care for you are a refugee
Opportunities become delusions
And fortune relies on a lottery
But you still have dreams of a nice blue sea
From the island home that you’ll never see
18th February 2005
Mad Room
I’m a coupla beers short of six pack
They let me out of the mad house too soon
Watch as my day of destiny does loom
Don’t call my therapist. He thinks I’ve cracked
Attention encourages me they say
Pass me the Prozac. I need it right now
Before I go and butcher that sacred cow
Don’t ask. The hospital made me this way
I should be acting my age, you know that?
The effects of the medication have past
Careering down the highway much too fast
And within time you will hear me go splat
If all mental breakdowns are this much fun
Maybe I should have more after this one
18th February 2005
They let me out of the mad house too soon
Watch as my day of destiny does loom
Don’t call my therapist. He thinks I’ve cracked
Attention encourages me they say
Pass me the Prozac. I need it right now
Before I go and butcher that sacred cow
Don’t ask. The hospital made me this way
I should be acting my age, you know that?
The effects of the medication have past
Careering down the highway much too fast
And within time you will hear me go splat
If all mental breakdowns are this much fun
Maybe I should have more after this one
18th February 2005
Thursday, February 17, 2005
Mantra of the Video-Gamers
Check this out: I am the one man army
With a huge gun that shoots round after round
And slaughters the baddies by the thousand
So, who’s stupid enough to take on me?
I am the prophet that will lead you all
On the road to a glorious empire
All those who oppose us will be purged with fire
I’m better than Caesar. I will stand tall
If you dare stand in my way, you shall fall
If you try to stop me you’ll dearly pay
My blood lust isn’t going to go away
Blood runs, Anger rises, Death wakes, War calls!
And people say that it’s only a game
Good lord, that concept is so fucking lame
17th February 2005
With a huge gun that shoots round after round
And slaughters the baddies by the thousand
So, who’s stupid enough to take on me?
I am the prophet that will lead you all
On the road to a glorious empire
All those who oppose us will be purged with fire
I’m better than Caesar. I will stand tall
If you dare stand in my way, you shall fall
If you try to stop me you’ll dearly pay
My blood lust isn’t going to go away
Blood runs, Anger rises, Death wakes, War calls!
And people say that it’s only a game
Good lord, that concept is so fucking lame
17th February 2005
Internet Nerds
I met my old friend Mike the other day
Said he’d seen the new Harry Potter book
Before the rest of the world got a look
Bet that would look good on his resume
I met my old friend Dave the other day
Said he’d hacked the new Eminem CD
And thus caused it to be released early
That’s nice. Now tell someone who cares okay?
I met my old friend Rick the other day
Said he’d caused every computer to crash
Via his own from Spain to Bangladesh
Proving what exactly? He didn’t say
No one cares ‘bout your five seconds of fame
So shut up and continue being lame
17th February 2005
Said he’d seen the new Harry Potter book
Before the rest of the world got a look
Bet that would look good on his resume
I met my old friend Dave the other day
Said he’d hacked the new Eminem CD
And thus caused it to be released early
That’s nice. Now tell someone who cares okay?
I met my old friend Rick the other day
Said he’d caused every computer to crash
Via his own from Spain to Bangladesh
Proving what exactly? He didn’t say
No one cares ‘bout your five seconds of fame
So shut up and continue being lame
17th February 2005
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