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torment me until I'm
blue and gone
crippled children
are playing with my brains.
look at
the photo
look at it
an old
man bent up double sitting on a
park bench
one hand over his
ears
the other holding his radio
for dear life
shabby clothing
cap
over head
no face seen.
what is
he thinking ?
crippled children run off
with my brain
no good comes from
thinking
every good dad deserves his
child folk.
down and out
down and
in
down and god has my very
soul.
pretty pictures are stored
in my mind
pretty halo goodbyes.
did
i get chucked out of their or
did
they chuck me out ?
away and
be gone
little horned devil one
one
one
golf hole
wish i could crawl into
it.
the voices come like
another
day comes.
like another night comes
like
another second comes.
jackonory
jackonory
so
who's telling
I'm telling on you !
i
am and i will !
yes dad
no
dad
three bags full
dada
dada
dada
dada.
three bags full
sir
yes sir three bags full.
one
for sorrow
two for joy
three for
a girl
and four for a boy.
three
days grace
and another eleven in
hell
bloody DIY hell
the best kind
to be in.
the best kind of
living
is dead living
when you think
you might be.
no smiles to
crack wide open
no false starts
no
untrue love
only the true kind.
give
it three weeks of dead living
thats
the reason for life
death
it
is
open to all
and carries on until
eternity ends
which is a very long
time
unlike life.
life is a
blink
in the grand scheme of
things.
and do not think it
will all end here
how can some
crazy mad god that dreamt us
up
us up
really say cheerio,
when
we are dead meat
dead meat.
(keep up those with blue
passes-you will soon be passing the
place of the spirit kids and
will have to play with hula
hoops and space hoppers).
© 2006 Richard Atkinson
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