Words
He’s not in, ‘cos he’s out;
She’s not out, ‘cos she’s in -
Shouldn’t somebody make tautology
A sin ?
Wallflower
Ah well, sweet peas
Let us tremble at the knees,
No one knows my name -
Now isn’t that a shame?
This is this
This is this
And that is as it should be;
Who knows
There’s no telling
And in the end
It will be -
Because
All over the place
Things aren’t what they seem,
Never are
Since it’s all in the eye of the beholder
And what do you know ?
I know prose that says nothing
In a rhyme
Saying lots of things, really.
Put a load of nonsense together in a vaguely poetic form – in this case cliches and often used snippets of conversation – and somehow it gains a meaning. And yes, I know it doesn’t rhyme, but I’m using rhyme in its loosest sense to mean a ‘poem’.
T.V. thoughts
That the flickering owl in the corner
Eats my spirit
No one can deny:
But beat me with bananas,
Splash my face with water,
Chase me with your hoop la -
I’m not gonna die.
That the flickering owl with the wide eye
Is good for me
No one can deny:
But feed me with your opium,
Spear me with magic uranium,
Don’t bust my head with your learningum -
I don’t wanna fly.
First verse – watching crap T.V. isn’t going to kill me
Second verse – you can feed me all the documentaries you want but I don’t want to know.
