A Torc Taster

Grrr

I am hormonal bitch from hell
Don’t want to talk to anyone
Because everyone will make me annoyed

I have no patience with this sentence
Or this one – grrrr
This one I quite like - because it has the word chocolate in it

Gladioli

In a clean room for once
On a made bed
In an empty house, I lie
Reading a new book
With an almost content look
But for a wandering eye
That settles like a bee
On the red and yellow gladioli
I brought just for me
Spontaneously
From the mega Sainsburys
Flamboyant, shameless
In a midnight blue vase
On a wooden shelf
A successful attempt
At loving myself.

The Toilet Under the Stairs

Glug, shang, wuggle, thrwak, grum
I’m gonna to eat your bum
Yum, yum
Guggle, munch, munch
On your private bits
Castrate you - for the fun of it
I’m going to suck your legs
Though a straw
Eat em raw – off the floor…

Better grab your pants
Flush and run
Glug, shang, wuggle, thrwak, grum
Or I’m gonna to eat your bum

Just one flush
I’ll grind your flesh to mush
Break through the floor
Spit up the wall
Smash down the door
Better run from the roar
Of the unholy macerator’s call…

You won’t be safe in your bedroom
You won’t be safe in this city
You think you have any concept
Of what it really means - to feel shitty?

Glug, shang, wuggle, thrwak, grum
I’m gonna to eat your bum
Grrrr, yum, yum yum.

Then I’m going to eat the world.

Superman Pants

When you stand on my bed
In your superman pants
It’s hard to feel weary of life

But on further reflection
And some conversation
I see you’re not over your wife

So get your feet off my duvet
It’s best if you don’t stay
I’m not looking to take on your stuff

Without trying to sound callous
When it comes to flawed heroes
This damsel’s had more than enough

The guilt that you live by
And the burdens you carry
Would be seriously bad for my health
 
So turn your pants inside out
Superman - and for fuck sake
Go save yourself

Mr. Bumble Bee

press play/pause to turn
me on and shut me up!