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.
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.