Hate

Hate burns
Hate scars
Hate beauty mars

Hate causes pain but brings no gain
How do I know what hate can do?
I know all this 'cause I hate you!

Biker Boys

The biker boys are all out today
on their Hogs and scoots on this sunny day
They go all the way to Whitley Bay
but they don't dip a toe in the water

Their leathers are black and their helmets too
They're sweaty and oily and in need of a brew
but their days of drinking and fighting are through
and you don't need to fret for your daughter

'cos the biker boys are all granddads now
and only ride out when grandma will allow
and everyone's safe cos they can't 'member how
to do all those things they didn't oughter

Writer's Block

Writer's block or poet's palsy
hems him in like concrete walls he
cannot find a passage through
cannot chase the thoughts that flew
so high so far so out of reach
to hide like sand grains on a beach
with each thought kept from his purview
by walls that he just can't see through.

He must reboot his writer's brain
must turn it off and on again
must sleep, must rest, must turn away
from any more attempts to play
with words assembled into lines
with perfect or imperfect rhymes
to realise it's for the best
for his creative mind to rest.

Until that brighter future day
when poetry comes back to stay.

A Bigger One

When I heard the woman in the next booth say
  Make mine a large one with some cream on top
  A chocca-mocha-latte with some cream on top
  Cream on top
  Just don't stop
  Make mine a large one with some cream on top
My skinny latte turned to vinegar in my mouth.

When I heard the woman in the next booth say
  Can I get a burger and some onion rings
  A quarter-pounder-burger with some onion rings
  Onion rings
  Lovely things
  Can I get a burger and some onion rings
All the enjoyment drained out of my chicken salad sandwich.

When I heard the woman in the next booth say
  That'll never fit me, bring a bigger one
  Still really pretty, just a bigger one
  Bigger one
  Pretty one
  That'll never fit me, bring a bigger one
I looked at myself, and she was right, so I went for the large as well.

Life without TV

To find peace I suggest
(to my children's derision)
that life should be lived
without television

Comp'ny Blues

My daddy he is gone now
just gave up his last breath
Yeah my daddy is gone now
gave up his last deep breath
Then took that final step
along the road to dusty death.

He never was the same
since momma went away
Was never quite the same
since my momma went away
Turned his face round to the wall
never had a word to say.

So family's all gone now
got no-one to lean upon
All my family is gone now
not a soul to lean upon.
I am so alone
even my dog is gone.

That's why I'm sitting here
a drinking on my own
That's the reason I am here
jus' drinking on my own
even the company of strangers
is better than being alone.