I have a thirst for knowledge,
You have a thirst for blood
I read books at night time, whilst you hunt elks out in the wood
I study a second language as to converse with the locals,
You cut off singers tongues if you do not like their vocals.
I like to watch the opera it’s something every one should see
You stab pigs with forks for and laugh loudly when they flee.
I keep abreast With politics and always read the news,
You murdered all our neighbours as they didn’t share your views
My love this isn’t Normal, my dear this isn’t accepted.
I don’t want to see the bath tub and all the coi carp you dissected.
Darling I’ve decided to leave you and seek a better life. But your right, I’m going no where whilst you hold that kitchen knife.
I was at an art and crafts show in a sleepy little village. It surprised me that the main themes were murder rape and pillage.
I brought a homemade tea towel, crafted from human skin. A tattooed 19 year old killer and the bi product of sin.
The wine was young and tasty but made from Virgins blood. The phalic toilet roll holders looked nice, but were not made of wood.
Cakes of butchered corpses lined the bakery stall, she would have cooked up extra but there was no one left to maul.
Fancy knitted jumpers crafted from human guts, satanic candle holders from the remains of butchered muts.
I got some picked eyeballs distilled in inmates piss. I tried the sundried penis but found these hit and miss.
I was murdered before I left and they made me into a table. Now folk they sit around me and tell an evil fable.
"Winners don’t use drugs"
Arcades said that back in the day.
"Winners don’t use drugs" but Lance Armstrong made it pay
A bridge is used for many things, suicide and religious fanatics who think they have wings.
The surname of an actor in an oscar winning role. The surname of f@ck up living on the dole.
Bridges were built to tame rivers that flow, the same bridges were blown up in wars long ago.
Bridging the gap between the rich and the poor, some people think it doesn’t exist anymore.
Bridge is a game played in dinner parties at night, underneath bridges tramps are set alight
A bridge you need to cross but must pay a toll. Because underneath that bridge lives a world famous troll.
Some bridges are abused some bridges are not. Some bridges are replaced due to cartilage rot.
I wished I was bullet proof,
My wish it was granted,
Walked out into the war zone,
I thought I was enchanted.
The flame throwers heat instantly melted my skin.
I was a dead man but no bullets got in.
All the people looking at the sea bathed in candlelight, how perfect life can be.
The boat on the water quickly hits a rock, the look of content quickly turns to shock.
Leyton Asda where no ones dreams are made,
Leyton Asda its no comedy cavalcade
Leyton Asda where all your dreams are broken, Leyton Asda no kind words ever spoken.
Leyton Asda the ethically caught fish is blow up.
Leyton Asda the deformed prawns have shown up
Leyton Asda heart attacks in every meal.
Leyton Asda, the foods to cheap to steal.
Leyton Asda it’s a disguised heart attack,
Leyton Asda the tills are selling crack
Leyton Asda More E’s than 80s raves.
Leyton Asda all the staff are slaves.
Leyton Asda a money makers dream.
Leyton Asda the profit ratios obscene.
Leyton Asda the home of cheap booze babies
Leyton Asda the burgers all have rabies
Leyton Asda asbestos disguised as sweets
Leyton Asda, chew on napalm treats.
Leyton Asda let’s blow it all to pieces,
Leyton Asda it’s a massive pile of giant faeces.
I don’t wish to scare you and I wish you’d stick around. I mean it’s not my fault you freak out when I rise up from the ground.
In actuality this is a reality and your not high from sniffing glue. Of course I am a corpse and there’s nothing I can do.
I see you loiter round this grave yard every single night, can we just hang out would that even be alright.
You say you have a hangover but my heads really hanging, don’t listen to happy hardcore as my nuts always banging.
Hmm the only way we can get close is really morose, going to slash that pretty face until I induce a comatose.
I’m not a Spice girl but two became one so lets go back under ground , where we both now belong.
Spent my life chasing bones like a puppet for the man, curled up on the rug watching possible war happen in Iran.
I run in the morning but it’s where the master takes me, I just want to chill, he just wants to break me.
I can’t eat what i want only eat what I’m given, placid and docile I used to be so driven.
I have primal rage and need to bark fight and holler, want to f@c! the bitches but I’m led upon a collar.
God this isn’t life its a modern form of slavery, but when I protect the house I’m awarded for my bravery.
I had a visitation from a murdered chicken. His name was pete and he was once finger lickin,
Serving one purpose the day that he died. Butchered, breadcrumbed then Kentucky fried.
His message was clear “your a f@&king barbarian, now wash those hands and become vegetarian”
Pete I would do, but you must think i’m mental, you just don’t get the same taste deep frying lentil.
Thats a load of baloney and a lot of kaffafel. You don’t like lentil? May I suggest falafel.
With that suggestion we became best of friends, now I feed that ghost chick peas for my own evil ends.