And now for The News.
Death, Die, Destroy!
Fear! Fear! Fear!
Not precious
to explain,
the flowery habits of prose.
A poem can say
fuck you
in so few words.
In rhyming couplets,
or just straight.
The love of my life.
What does that even mean?
Until you change your mind,
And walk away.
Or is it forever?
Is that a promise?
One you can keep.
Will keep?
Poetry is
Isis, or
Daesh, or
Isil, or
IS, or
rabid muslims,
with bad attitudes, or
whatever the fuck they call themselves,
being blown up by a bomb.
"Ah!" Boom!
The way these fanatic's
brain tissue splatters
against the nearest wall
is poetry in motion.
Kersplat!
One less
to deal with,
is poetic
in
itself.
Kerboom!
One
less.
If, in the end,
there is no individual liberty,
what are we fighting
the war on everything for?
A man infected another man
with HIV, knowingly,
and got 30 years prison.
In this modern era
that takes away
individual liberty,
it is only fair,
that it takes away
individual responsibility,
as well.
Some people really like to talk,
They must think
they are interesting,
Or important, or something.
Sadly the incessant talkers are
Rarely any of those things,
And deep down, I think,
They know it.
So do the rest of us a favour
And get therapy,
Stop making us all pay
For the infrequency
of you mother’s touch,
or the absence
of your father’s love.
Heal yourselves,
And Stop taking us all daily
On your mindless journey.
Half the world is starving
Half the world is bloating
Half the world has no water
Half the world has too much,
finding ways to build a bigger trough,
rather than giving anything up,
for those who don't have enough.
Summer is here
time for prawns and beer
and little swimming shorts
for all the queers
suntans, bbq's,
late night chatting,
long drinks,
family time
Sunday afternoon batting
beach hijinks
burnt skin
zinc cream
easy livin'
sweat and flies,
alleluia
rise up singin'
in praise of the sun
People running for the lifts,
like rats in drain pipes,
or snakes with cuts,
are dicks.
Like death and taxes
there will always be more,
idiots and lifts.
If they put that much effort
into the rest of their lives
they would be rich.
Yes, yes, valued added, my friend,
Say it is organic, or ergonomic, or some such thing
And the more we can charge,
Sell it at a premium, my friend
It makes no difference if it works, or not
As long as it is value added for us.
I just couldn’t make it today
I tried, I truly did.
I got up, I went outside,
I felt the sun on my skin,
I felt the wind in my hair.
I made it that far,
by the gate, by the car.
But, I just couldn’t,
I don’t know why?
A feeling in the air,
the world in despair,
the news telling us
it is not safe out there.
I headed back inside
closed the door
and climbed back into bed
slipped under my blue blanket
pulling it over my head.
Disenfranchised youth
Thrown on the scrap heap
By free market policies,
Although the politicians
Deny it with talk that is cheap
Designed to profit their benefactors
In the good books of who the pollies keep
We learned our morals from the bible?
That is never going to ensure our survival
We need to be more grass roots tribal
And leave the fantasies (and frocks) to the priests
Every time I see your cock,
I see her cunt in our bed.
No, I don’t wish you well,
actually, I wish you dead.
No, I don’t forgive you,
I thought we had something real,
go to hell.
People are dicks running for the lifts
If they put that much effort
Into the rest of their lives
They would be rich.
Forever Young,
that is what we all want to be.
May our light always shine,
for that is all we can ever hope.
And for the longest time we are thought of
after we're gone.
I think about cigarettes
But it is okay now I’ve quit
As my body doesn’t follow
Down the path of my minds tricks.
It just becomes idle chatter
White noise of a dull whit.
Some distant memory
Of what used to be my hit.
It's not objectification
if it is a man,
it is only women who cry
if they are looked at the wrong way.
Wiggle wiggle
I watch those hips move.
I watch that arse groove.
I watch the shadows fade in and out
I watch the denim crease up his crack
I watch the material tighten
and then go slack,
I wanna tap that.
Wiggle wiggle.
Is that what they say, I think?
Is that with my hand,
or my eyes,
(hand over my mouth) or my dick?
What does it even mean?
Wiggle wiggle.
Lick it,
Sniff it,
touch it,
squeeze it,
tap it?
Wiggle, wiggle.
I watch those hips move.
I watch his arse groove.
I step the same line
I walk slowly behind
for the full view.
What he doesn't know…
Wiggle, wiggle.
Positivity,
it's what I have to remember.
Positivity,
it's nearly December.
Positivity,
I've spent too many days
feeling sad,
feeling bad,
not feeling like I can.
It is a waste of time.
Positivity.
It is amazing
how a mental mind flip
can make you feel grand.
Positivity,
it really is
all in your mind.
Positivity.
Choose to think differently
and you are
already halfway
to happiness.
Again it is time to rejoice
in the futility of war.
We never seem to learn,
the next conflict begins.
We don’t get the lesson
from what we’ve done,
that nobody wins.
We use bigger guns.
Don't smoke,
especially if you're a bloke,
because your thing down there,
needs more care.
Don't smoke,
especially if you're a bloke,
because your mate below,
will cease to grow.
You can get to 30
without a care, if you dare,
but after that, they wrote,
you better not smoke.
If you don't
want your little bloke
to choke
give up the smokes.
It is clear,
the research is here,
give them up, my dear,
when you do, give a cheer.
It is something done
a good fight won
something of which to be proud,
wink, you'll be better endowed.
50 years ago
My family was represented by other souls
all with goals
and their lives unfold.
I miss them
the older generation
who came before me,
who taught me what I know.
Lovely people
who all loved me
who made their lives
so I could make mine.
Sometimes I wish
I could see them once again
to show them how I turned out
in this life I lead.
I think of them often
and miss their quick whit
and their naughty ways
adult things I'd now understand.
When I think it is
10 years, 20 years, 30 years
since they've been gone
life just doesn't seem that long.
My life should have been
something serene
not something mean
I would have been happy with routine.
If my mother hadn't died
when I was young,
or my daughter hadn't gone mad,
when she'd just begun.
If my father hadn’t drunk,
If my foot hadn’t been clubbed,
If I hadn't got sick
when I had my life to enjoy.
If I hadn't lost
my little boy.
What it could have been
what I see other people have,
the happy, successful life
what would that have been like?
What, would that have been like?
What would that, have been like?
Changing Weather
Don't know why the sun won't stay up in the sky
Changing weather
Since my man and I just like being together,
It can cloud over, whatever
Oh, yeah
Life is good, happy and smiles everywhere
Changing weather
And I just can't get my good self together,
I'm lazy all the time
Love makes me lazy all the time
When he came along 'contented' walked in and met me.
Oh, yeah
He and I, the old rockin' chairs will get us.
All I do is hope the universe above
will let us walk in the sun we adore.
We can go on, can go on, can go on,
ev'ry thing we want is above
Changing weather
Since my man and I got together,
It can cloud over, whatever
We just like being together
All the time.
Monaco afternoon
01st June, where the sun shines warm
Spanish Fly
04th of July, a swarthy guy.
Italian Journalist
loving in earnest, all that talk.
Greek member
it is cold in September, with no money to spend
Turkish Saber
don't come here, our borders are closed.
Syrian disaster
everyone run faster, the devil has come
Lebanese Sausage
Cross roads of diversity, they look good in shorts.
Jewish land rights
long, dark nights, encroachments to stop.
Suez Canal
the death knell
Egyptian hell
Muslims swell
Libya's Leader
hacked to death in the street
Tunisian beach
blood on the sheet
Algeria
Where cavemen dwell
Morocco
Where the boys blow
Rat tat tat tat tat
The guns of racism sound daily
Disguised as keeping us safe
Keeping the foreigners out of this place
And keeping the politicians
Ruling our space.
Be a tall poppy
Run, succeed, win
Be generous when you look back
Because this is where you begin.
Be kind
Think fondly
Remember well, truthfully
Don’t forget,
Because we’ll remember you.
Lane departure, baby,
Beep, beep, beep,
when we deviate.
Who would dare?
we won’t have any
of that “different” here.
We’re not going in
for that sort of thing,
thank you very much.
Foggy foggy do
The morning was brittle and grey
The air looked like pea soup
The birds sang anyway.
I gazed out the window
the street had fuzzy edges
cotton wool in the urban meadow
cold like a winter sketch
I was taken aback, I was surprised
I felt a shiver, I felt the cold
Not what I expected as I rise
Shrug, let the day unfold.
Broken rice
broken dreams
so many rich people
who are mean.
A cup of beans,
plates of truffles
only for some
humanity buckles.
Shut up!
Sometimes,
I just wanna scream,
Shut Up World!
Be fucking quiet, all of you,
there is joy in the silence.
Shut up!
Be bored,
fidget, do nothing,
you’ll find inspiration there,
or I will.
Shut up!
It's a dirty, dirty world,
have you heard?
People say one thing,
and then they swerve.
It can hurt.
What have you observed?
Trust nobody,
sometimes it’s the system,
sometimes it’s the truth.
Politicians lie
business’ cheat
religion hates
people discriminate.
It’s really tough
people can’t keep up
and the rich wanna
take more,
makes no difference
how rich they are.
And we’re all judged,
on how much we’ve got.
It doesn’t seem to matter
what’s in your heart.
He felt a failure
So he grabbed a sailor
With an azalea
Who had a lovely trailer,
Down by the pool of tranquility.
He felt relief
the sailor helped him forget
If only for a moment
For the time it took to undress,
Down by the pool of “getting wet.”
Mike's spike
onya bike
what a delight
in full flight
all his muscles in sight,
as his thighs
peddle him by
in those tight shorts
At 5.51am
the birdsong begun.
Amen, hooray,
end of the night,
beginning of the day.
If I hear the magpies,
in the morning, of a
new day dawning,
I know it is going to be joyous,
and one worth exploring.
Let’s get going,
let’s get on our way,
let’s get this bright new day
on its way.
There is a big, bright world
out there, to envelope us
in its splendor, let’s go,
let’s run out into it,
to its charms,
and what it has to give us.
and surrender.
True love,
is sublime,
like lemon grass,
honeysuckle and thyme
Like fine wine,
exquisite strawberry jam,
getting better over time,
like a leg of honey ham.
People who can,
take a chance and ran
into each other’s arms
tasting each other’s charms.
It is a great thing
being with people you feel safe
who are not afraid,
like you feel
in other parts of your life,
those people are so hard to find.
Afraid,
so afraid,
told to be afraid,
be afraid.
"The world is a terrible place we will save you,"
say the politicians,
and big business,
all lies, you know,
they want to save their own positions,
that's all.
You feel afraid
we all feel afraid
society tells us
to be afraid,
in this brave new world,
so afraid,
where technology will save us,
everyone is afraid,
are taught to be afraid,
from a very young age,
because it suits so many people
for us all to be afraid.
They would crush a natural cure for cancer
if they could
to make you pay for their chemical,
profit driven goods.
Free Trade the rich
globalise the world
pay the politicians
and fool the poor.
This free trade deal,
with no tariffs to pay,
it is good for you, you know,
the politicians say,
it is good for us all,
but they never say how?
Don’t worry about the planet
falling apart,
big business will gate their communities
their wealth,
and their hearts.
They'll blame the poor
by stealth
and lies
and alibis
and anybody else
who gets in the way.
The problem is
the workers wages
not the bosses lunches
so the execs say.
I’m not scared of death,
well, perhaps the actual event,
I’m frightened of old age
when I can no longer consent.
Tum di da
let’s go to a bar,
in high heels
and a bra,
let’s look bizarre.
We can go far
in my car,
follow a star
singing tra la la.
Don't tell ma.
I don’t want pearls
I don’t want a penthouse
I don’t like girls.
I want ice cream in swirls
I want peace on earth
I want thick black curls
I don’t want more choices
I just want nicer things,
and much quieter voices.
Don't like gay marriage? Don't have one.
Don't like cigarettes? Don't smoke them.
Don't like abortions? Don't get one.
Don't like sex? Don't fuck anyone.
Don't like drugs? Don't take them.
Don't like porn? Don't watch it.
Don't like alcohol? Don't drink it.
Don't like your rights taken away?
Don't take away someone else's.
My God is a fuck,
with the man I love.
Jesus was the big cock
around who the boy disciples flocked.
I only see the holy spirit
when a black woman sings,
wailing on high
up on heavens wings.
Allah is so cranky
that he can't show his face.
The Jews have weak stomachs
that's why they watch what they eat.
Buddhists pretend to be happy,
while Hindus do it with cows,
all the time the Jehovah's
are kicking down your doors.
The Mormons have shiny white teeth,
and five wives a piece,
who'd have thought that?
Catholics are anti everything,
unless, of course, it feels bad.
And the Scientologists,
well, they are completely mad.
The deluded go to church
in tweed cardigans and skirts.
The angry go to mosques
wrapping their brains so they don't hurt.
The nauseous go to synagogue,
all day Saturday, I believe.
Some worship fat idols,
some go to confess,
some wear coloured glasses,
why, is any one's guess?
The meek shall get down trodden,
by all of them, as they push
the competition away
and the atheists, who love everyone
will inherit the earth that way.
What would you know,
about the ordinary sch’mo?
How the world goes,
with your millionaire wife,
and your out of touch life.
Angry man
fat politician.
Joker’s wild
stupid smile
on your dial.
The public riled,
poor people defiled,
unemployed chided.
To get a good budget,
not big business puppet,
you need a good treasurer
to give the public pleasure,
especially if we are paying him
to stay at his house.
How many policies have you got through,
from this year,
or any other year?
You just need to get a better job
or it is to the back bench you go,
you fat knob.
7 hours sleep,
7 hours work,
7 hours play,
a few hours to waste.
Work life balance,
what a disgrace.
Some have old faces
and young hearts,
Some have young faces
and old hearts,
Age is just a number
that sets us a part.
Any idiot
can get a driver’s licence
a mobile phone plan,
a credit card,
operate an ATM,
it would seem.
Who said
they can’t learn?
Benchmark the dumb,
get them to spend,
prepare them for life,
that’s all that matters
in the end.
You can see
why certain people
get a certain pleasure
from house work,
there is a certain
sense of achievement.
For those with low
expectations in life,
I would guess,
and nothing
more important
to address.
None of us are getting out of here alive
I reckon it all starts when we are five
the joy and the fun in living excites
shiny new things are in your sights.
Your teen years expand the world
when your limbs and sex unfurl
two score years we all go wild
party, mingle, fuck, beguile.
Marriage and children,
life's never the same.
Money saved.
Chest shaved.
Quadruple bypass.
Out to grass.
Grandchildren came.
Pills and frames.
Staring at the grave.
Memories gone,
for everyone.
What does it matter,
all of this?
As my life flashes before me,
what did I miss?
22.06.2015
Do I make a wish
As I fall into the abyss?
Do I take stock
as the clock stops?
Do I regret
My set
Now the end
I’ve met?
Do I
Cry
Now I
Die?
17.09.2023
Tony Abbott,
you saw the 1950s
and grabbed it,
that made you feel safe
after the failed God fuck
you escaped.
Bully boy punch the wall
to get your way,
women look small,
tell any lie
big or tall,
anything or die
to get the top job,
god save Australia
from this yob.
Job interviews
are the blues
shirt and tie
choke and die
self doubt
calls you out
ask questions
it depends
if I care
do I dare?
Where do
you see you
in 5 years time?
Nothing comes to mind.
What do you like about us?
Nothing much,
the money in my pocket
can I say that?
Does it matter
no reason better
does that shatter
HR chatter
about a career path,
what a laugh.
just give me a chance
to advance
I promise
I will dance.
I just want to eat
and keep off the street.
I love you. I hate you. You don't leave. I love you. I hate you.
Why don't you leave?
I love you. I hate you. I love you. I hate you. I love you. I hate you.
I love you. I hate you. I love you. I hate you. I love you. I hate you.
I love you. I hate you. I love you. I hate you. I love you. I hate you.
I love you. I hate you. I love you. I hate you. I love you. I hate you.
I love you. I hate you. I love you. I hate you. I love you. I hate you.
I love you. I hate you. I love you. I hate you. I love you. I hate you.
I love you. I hate you. I love you. I hate you. I love you. I hate you.
I love you. I hate you. I love you. I hate you. I love you. I hate you.
I kill you.
Don't you wish, sometimes
when you are sitting on the dish, sometimes
that all that pent up crap
would flow right out of you
just like that,
pull the stopper
let it go,
leaving you feeling free
with a glow,
one happy sh’mo.
This punani is priceless
all you have to do is play nice
and you can have this
you won't have to ask twice
I'll give it to ya, I'm not cold
what are we saving it for
as too soon we'll be too old
and nobody'll want our treasures
but you always need someone to hold
no reason, just for the pleasures
it gives you are untold.
Welcome to Hollywood
where magic and fantasy happen,
where dreams come true,
where they now make the same movie
over and over again
for the pleasure of me and you
It’s a con, shhhh!
The dream factory
no more.
Spread your legs like a whore,
if you wanna be a star
pretty will get you far.
Joe Hockey
Slow Mocky
Mo Cocky
Dumb Rocky
Lying Toppy
Fat Sloppy
Big Stocky
Yo Dopey!
No clue,
clever ruse,
or just an excuse?
Can somebody be
that stupid?
Fat cupid
with a trophy wife.
I hate June,
if she were a girl
she would be called
a cold bitch.
A short
dark
miserable,
frosty, cow.
Nobody likes June,
she has a heart of ice,
a negative demeanour
and a dour soul.
She's a miserable slapper
with a bad temper
who can turn from light to dark
in the blink of an eye.
I hate June.
And her sister July,
nobody much
likes her either.
Footsteps approach
from behind,
spines chill
and excite,
search lights
scan the sky,
a dog barks
in the night,
a car starts cold
and chugs away,
a voice calls out,
in fright,
the moon shines
with white light,
a cat's shadow
stretches across the wall,
fluffy clouds drift,
eclipse the light,
a siren wails
in the distance,
the wind blows,
slow and cool,
the scent of Jasmine
floats by,
you can almost hear
the collective sigh.
Footsteps
search lights
dogs bark
a car starts
a voice calls out
a cat's shadow
the moon shines
a siren wails
the wind blows
the scent of Jasmine
floats by
I heard the magpies
call this morning,
worba worba worba worba worba worba warra.
It made my heart sing,
a down under love call.
Home.
It reminded me
of the Wimmera
and those mornings
on my uncle’s farm,
it reminded me
of this wide brown land
stretching out
in front of us all.
I got by in life on a wing and a prayer
If I couldn’t do it I didn’t care
And now I have reached this age
I look back at my life and nothing is there
I think it is a great shame
that the human race is headed for oblivion
man had so much potential.
Love
Love me
Love you
Love each other
and the world turns
and the story evolves
dynasties begin
Come on get on with it,
be a patriot,
(whatever that is)
defend our country
(from whomever there is)
come back a hero
(whatever that means)
ride in the parade,
(one leg shot off)
have the people
(those who stayed behind)
wave in admiration,
(you’re a celebrity)
like you have done something,
(worthwhile?)
other than kill
(the nightmares begin)
and maim,
(that is the game)
provoking an enemy
to do the same.
I dunk chocolate coated
scotch finger biscuits
into my hot tea.
I listen to James Blunt,
the rain falls heavily
on the roof.
Then the sun shines
and I go out for fresh air,
just to breath it in.
Gotta ask yourself
the question,
"Where are you now?"
Look around,
the sky is blue,
the light, bright.
Walk the dog,
and eat Pad Thai
in the afternoon.
Ice is a scourge killing the young
but, this is not how the war will be won
(telling half truths)
only how our song is sung
in the pages of the popular news.
Ice is a scourge killing the young,
as a drama it is number one,
(in our drama addicted lives)
this is not how the war will be won,
unless we look at the problem before ice begun.
Ice is a scourge killing the young
addicted from the very first try,
(fools and horses cry)
we are not beyond telling any lie,
to somehow make our fear match the crime.
Rondeau
haiku
senryu
how do you do?
Sonata
cantata
rhyming speech
eat a peach?
Lyric ode
couplet mode
Bruce Dawe
write some more.
I like smoking.
I don't smoke, but I like smoking.
I did smoke,
but I don't smoke any more.
I liked smoking, though,
the style,
the charm,
it was who I am.
I was good at it.
I thought it was cool, for the longest time.
And now it's a crime.
Commit the crime, do the time.
Is there a worse thing to say
to someone on death row?
Are people that unthinking
or that unkind?
Or simply that blind?
I cry for Andrew
and for Myuran too,
but I also cry
for Australia
and Australian’s
for how hard
their "fair go"
has become.
Goodness is a bore
Business is a whore
(3rd world) People are the price
You pay for nice things.
Young men become old men
beautiful women decay.
After 25 life slips away
tick tock, tick tock, tick…
Belinda Houghton
you sad thing
now that you are slim.
Running, running, all the time
even with your body
in decline.
You must get fit, you say,
you must get thin
you need help, I say, to win
Another school buddy dies,
I still remember Russell’s dark, dark eyes.
Another face on the school photo with a cross,
adding to our generation's loss.
Halfway through our lives
we thought we'd all survive.
So full of life,
we thought we'd never die.
Apparently, all a lie.
I so love to piss around,
I might as well hold my dick
permanently in my hand
I walked passed the closed Carlton chemist
at 11.06 on a sunny Sunday on my morning walk.
There was a pack of methadone junkies waiting at the door for their hit,
standing around in all their toothless decrepitude.
Short and fat, tall and thin, chewing, twitching, vacant, disheveled, still,
sunken lined-faces, missing teeth, track suits, crooked smiles, bare feet,
like milk cows waiting at the dairy doors,
we pretend not to see.
After you have said good morning
to your work colleagues
you must engage some more
before you go quiet and tune the world out
otherwise social convention breaks down,
apparently.
My childhood neighbour,
Coral Penny,
with her citrus kaftans billowing
would chase us away
from her prize winning garden
with the attitude
of a champion harridan cursing
from her door to the fence
from where we would
have long since departed
running off down the street.
Joy Divine
smokes 100 a day
drinks a box of wine
curses like the devil
and spits on the ground.
She is never nice
to be around.
She'll give you a look,
up and down
if she thinks you are
taking the piss
she'll cut you and frown.
You will live until you are 100,
they say.
So you will work until you are 70,
they say.
It will still be a sign of the under achievers,
I say.
The working class, to the bitter end.
The poor, the rich,
the great divide.
The disenfranchised, the unlucky
work until you die.
It's a sad indictment
on modern society
that financial advisors
need legislation
to stop them cheating
their customers.
Power companies,
telcos,
credit companies
car salesmen
real estate agents
and marketers too.
To name just a few.
Sorry they say
as the lift doors open.
Sorry they say
as they pass in the street.
Sorry they say
when they have spoken.
Sorry they say
when their gazes meet.
Sorry they say
quite automatically,
so spontaneously,
when they drink tea,
even when they breath.
Soon they’ll say
sorry as they greet.
Everybody is sorry
in the 21st century,
everybody is sorry
it would seem.
Theology College,
esteemed institutions,
halls of learning
dedicated to studying
flat-earth truths,
dedicated to studying
the theory of metaphor,
dedicated to studying
nothing real at all
May a black cat cross your path
and may you not drop down dead.
May a ladder walk under you
and may you not fall on its head.
Do you ever see a torn aluminium can in the street
wondering what it would feel like
running your finger along the sharp edge?
Do you wonder how deep the flesh would cut?
The amount of blood spilled?
The sting?
Do you ever blush at such thoughts?
You lay in bed awake, waiting.
Eventually, you could hear my sports car
coming from a distance.
You say, you’d fall asleep, satisfied
before I got to the front door.
Most accidents happen 1k from home.
How many times have I heard HR
explain a wage freeze sincerely,
while at exactly the same time
their wages were being adjusted for CPI.
Irony, is seldom
an HR professional’s gift.
Not everyone can see it.
Everyone will be blind some of the time,
some will never see,
some won’t see due to their beliefs,
some can’t, because they can’t,
some don’t because it doesn’t suit,
some wilfully stand firm.
The truth, it’s absurd.
He should be home by now.
It is getting dark,
the roads are wet,
he is over due,
not a word.
Why hasn’t he called?
The rain falls menacingly,
tap, tap, tap.
Every noise,
makes you jump
makes your hand shake
makes your heart skip.
You are being silly
you know that.
The doorbell rings.
Turn and walk away
don't look back or you'll blow it
you know that.
Let the promise
of happiness
take you by the hand.
Islam, man?
The moderates denounce the violence,
the militants say they are doing Mohammad's work.
On this they disagree.
But they both know Allah is supreme,
so how could the hate
not be his work.
It is so true,
it is not the things I do that I regret,
it is the things that I don’t do
that cause me pain.
Be brave.
You have a lot to lose.
I don’t tie my shoe laces
because it drives other people crazy
some people can’t look away
I’m perpendicular, no lazy.
Is remorse dependent on gain?
I am sorry because I'll get something.
Usually, a chance at better karma.
Boom, bang
crash, clang,
I think I am falling for you,
love is grand.
I hold my heart out to you
beating in my hand.
De dit, de dit, de dit, de dit daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Hope is hell,
waiting for the spell,
to work,
or shirk.
Da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da.
Da Dah!
I never drink peppermint tea.
No, never.
It's hardly a man's drink,
now is it?
Girls drink peppermint tea,
it's the natural order of the world.
I'm not worried about my masculinity,
don't get me wrong,
I just don't like it.