There once was a girl from the West Who could play tunes with her chest She could hit the right pitch By rubbing her tits And strumming her fine stringy vest
Life
Is life mundane Or serious A fragment Or the whole Clear as day Or mysterious Enormous Or so small Too short To be of matter Too long To matter not Trivial So be careful Important More than what Life is mundane And serious The fragment And the whole Clear as day And mysterious Enormous Yet…
Slave
Chaffed hands Burnt fingers Split nails Cold lingers Crushed feet Limp toes Cracked skin Human woes Tender scars Bruised skin Open wounds Spirit thin Burning welt Streaming eyes Bleeding out The demise
Limerick – Fairy
Delilah was quiet and airy Preferring to act like a fairy When she guessed she could fly She murmured a cry While plunging to land in an eyrie
Helps
She hurts Inside Of her pain She cannot tell Her skin Is her voice Inside Crying help I would Rather not Be writing These things But when She is close It helps To let it out
Limerick – Nice man
A noisy young man from Nice Decided to travel to Greece As he shouted I’ve started And loudly departed His neighbours looked forward to peace
Inside
Daunting hollow Buzzing growth Blinkered hidden Losing mind Life alone Hunt inside Outside shut Nonsense mind Stretching out Pushing hands Suffer void Grasping mind