living on a prayer practice

bizarre world

bizarre world

it's a bizarre world

for in thailand men go white

they have their penis' lasered

destroying the pigment

so they can look white

while in england

it goes the other way

white men go big and black

getting their dick tattooed

and made three inches longer

with a silicone implant

some want to be white

and others want to be black

as the old saying goes:

china man too small

black man too large

white man just right

hail thee sky gods

hail thee sky gods

for the power of the sky is here

up in the blue miles aloft 

destroying democracy's enemies

with explosive eggs

dropped from big metal birds

but not all made it home

for the enemy was strong 

and cunning with a will to fight

one yankee boy sat on the edge

buffeted by a wind like none

two hundred miles an hour

threatened to rip the boy apart

he sat there on the edge

an edge four or five miles high

behind him his airplane burned

and was doomed like its crew

did he actually jump

and use his 'chute?

ten men in an alloy coffin

full of gas and ammo and bombs

ready for was and will for use

who hit them? 

nazi shells from who?

it doesn't matter for they were named

on the devil's list 

off to hades

would they be able to pay?

the ferryman needed payment

his was an arduous job...

poem4

simply different

it starts now the missing bits

parts not there from now to before

tho there was something there but what

what was there before?

dysfunctionality

people always complaining

now everything is meant to be fine

the concept of being alrite

just an illusion he adheres to

it sticks to him like glue

he's not felt this way before

new ground emotions and feelings

making it up as he goes along

captured in words and photos

and make believe video

of how a life should be

prefect multimedia family 

existing on the computer

and in his head

different than from his heart

there are many things there

poem3

there is an old man 

who has a tin can for a head

put there by a soldier

of the sas variety

for the old guy

lost his head

to an enemy bullet

the sas man helped out

with a spare bully beef tin

for he'd just had dinner

and gave the man a new head

it said best bully beef

on his forhead!

poem2

i do not wanna grow old

nor do i wanna be an old man

put into a home with invalids

where i piss and shit myself

this may or may not happen to me

in 3 or 4 or 5 decades time

sent to the knackers yard

totally fucked and unwanted

with faded tattoos 

and blank memory

too much beer

a million memories

all broken by time

now meaning what?

now to an old man 

dumped in a home

only he stopped that

by jumping off a cliff

the day before they came

they admired his spirit

he wasn't like the rest

regressing like babies 

soon to die

for what?

poem111

irony ate ira

the garage worker was very stressed

it was hard work in the garage

doing all the boring crap

and being treated like shit

making brews

sweeping floors

getting the dinners

cleaning the toilet

and so much more crap

cheap labour used and abused by the staff!

who were all fucking bastards

real fucking cunts who were bad

the only time the teen apprentice

touched a car was when he 

emptied the ashtray!

he was there to learn 

car body repair

how to fill holes

and spray paint

after prepping it all

a five year contract

making coffee

and fetching the butties

for the bad temper garage bullies

eddie in trimming was the worst

followed by nigel in the engine shop

while dan was just weird

think of this before doing garage work

not to mention the accidents

and dangerous work

adding to the garage bullies

the irate teen left the garage

and became a rock star

writing songs about his experience

making his ex workmates famous

and sold a million records

he found his right career

after stress and strife

in the garage game

for it made him a man

who is now a rock god