1 Hairwash // 2 The Girl and God // 3 smelly poem // 4 The man on Lemon Street // 5 Freedom // 6 Freedom is…. // 7 Freedom to Love
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1 Hairwash
YesterdayI made love
I didn’t enjoy it very much
In fact it was the worst experience of my entire life
Today
I washed my hair
I didn’t like that very much either
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2 The Girl and God
(pic)
She didn’t know if she could believe in God or Allah or whoever
She wanted to believe
She wanted there to be something afterwards
But she couldn’t simply believe
Not just like that!
And certainly not the way her mum and dad were telling her;
She looked at her friends
They didn’t even seem to be asking,
And neither were her brothers or sisters
And neither were her teachers-
They just accepted
It either was,
Or it wasn’t.
Woz God the only possibility of something after?
Could there be some other kind of something?
She knows these questions weren’t new
That lots had already asked them
But where were they all?
She felt so alone-
The only one asking
The only one searching
The only one with the answer
The only one unsure
The only one lost
The only one alone
The only one living
The only one
And she liked being the only one
But she wanted someone else to be the only one with!
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3 smelly poem
I’m in a small group
I am a small group
I’m small
I’m smelly
I’m a smelly small
I’m in a very smelly small group
A group of very smelly smalls
Small groups of smelly smalls
Very smelly groups
A very smelly small
A smell
A group
A small
A small group smell
pre 2000 ( poem 11)
She didn’t know if she could believe in God or Allah or whoever
She wanted to believe
She wanted there to be something afterwards
But she couldn’t simply believe
Not just like that!
And certainly not the way her mum and dad were telling her;
She looked at her friends
They didn’t even seem to be asking,
And neither were her brothers or sisters
And neither were her teachers-
They just accepted
It either was,
Or it wasn’t.
Woz God the only possibility of something after?
Could there be some other kind of something?
She knows these questions weren’t new
That lots had already asked them
But where were they all?
She felt so alone-
The only one asking
The only one searching
The only one with the answer
The only one unsure
The only one lost
The only one alone
The only one living
The only one
And she liked being the only one
But she wanted someone else to be the only one with!
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3 smelly poem
I’m in a small group
I am a small group
I’m small
I’m smelly
I’m a smelly small
I’m in a very smelly small group
A group of very smelly smalls
Small groups of smelly smalls
Very smelly groups
A very smelly small
A smell
A group
A small
A small group smell
pre 2000 ( poem 11)
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4 The man on Lemon Street
I fell in love with the Queen of New York City
I fell in love with the man on Lemon Street
who sucks tangerine segments for cash
I fell in love with myself,
But I never, damn it
Never ever
Never NEVER
Ate your fuckin damn cherries ya sonovabitch Charles Williams Charles
I don’t even know who u is
But I bet ya ad a sister called Shirley
Oo ad sweet dangly legs and dinky li’l tits just ripe for groping (should one be so inclined of course)
-We made love on the bypass off the M5
(…she weren’t half a goer)
-I married her and 20 years late we had scampi and chips
in a B’n’B on a holiday by the Blackpool tower
while it rained furiously
lashing down in such torrents
with people huddled together under umbrellas of newspapers, poor bunnies
drenched thru but laughing
like only lovers can
as cars and taxis sped by hurling up water at them …
So you see Mr CWC
I couldn’t give a fuckin dickybirds about your bloody apricots or wotever
and don’t shit me off I beg you or I’ll piss in your rose bushes
Happy Birthday
Happy kubla Khan
Happy Tuesday
Happy appy-yappy-dappy,
Yappy yippy yoppy,
Dippy Dappy Doppy,
Doodle oodle yoodle, toddle-oodle-woodle-oodle-shnoodle-oodle-toodle-ay
pre 2000
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5 Freedom
Freedom's a concept
which wars are fought over and people die,
Freedom's an attitude where lovers live;
Freedom's a hope that inspire the shackled to rise up and overthrow;
Freedom's a dream awake in your heart;
Freedom's for every1,
Freedom's a right,
Freedom's a flame which the downtrodden huddle round;
Freedom's an anthem sung from mountains tops, valleys, small rural villages and big city slums;
Freedom's a celebration
dancing and laughing;
Freedom's madness, hysterical and painful:
Freedom's joyous;
Freedom's a feeling
Freedom's a word
and being free to speak that word;
Freedom is a thought,
No matter what parent say,
how teachers indoctrinate,
How religions impose, governments censor, police imprison, soldiers slaughter-
As long as you believe,
As long as u have freedom in u
U r free
pre 2000
who sucks tangerine segments for cash
I fell in love with myself,
But I never, damn it
Never ever
Never NEVER
Ate your fuckin damn cherries ya sonovabitch Charles Williams Charles
I don’t even know who u is
But I bet ya ad a sister called Shirley
Oo ad sweet dangly legs and dinky li’l tits just ripe for groping (should one be so inclined of course)
-We made love on the bypass off the M5
(…she weren’t half a goer)
-I married her and 20 years late we had scampi and chips
in a B’n’B on a holiday by the Blackpool tower
while it rained furiously
lashing down in such torrents
with people huddled together under umbrellas of newspapers, poor bunnies
drenched thru but laughing
like only lovers can
as cars and taxis sped by hurling up water at them …
So you see Mr CWC
I couldn’t give a fuckin dickybirds about your bloody apricots or wotever
and don’t shit me off I beg you or I’ll piss in your rose bushes
Happy Birthday
Happy kubla Khan
Happy Tuesday
Happy appy-yappy-dappy,
Yappy yippy yoppy,
Dippy Dappy Doppy,
Doodle oodle yoodle, toddle-oodle-woodle-oodle-shnoodle-oodle-toodle-ay
pre 2000
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5 Freedom
Freedom's a concept
which wars are fought over and people die,
Freedom's an attitude where lovers live;
Freedom's a hope that inspire the shackled to rise up and overthrow;
Freedom's a dream awake in your heart;
Freedom's for every1,
Freedom's a right,
Freedom's a flame which the downtrodden huddle round;
Freedom's an anthem sung from mountains tops, valleys, small rural villages and big city slums;
Freedom's a celebration
dancing and laughing;
Freedom's madness, hysterical and painful:
Freedom's joyous;
Freedom's a feeling
Freedom's a word
and being free to speak that word;
Freedom is a thought,
No matter what parent say,
how teachers indoctrinate,
How religions impose, governments censor, police imprison, soldiers slaughter-
As long as you believe,
As long as u have freedom in u
U r free
pre 2000
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6 Freedom is….
Freedom is a concept
by which wars are fought
and people die,
Freedom is an attitude
by which lovers live;
Freedom is a hope
that inspire the shackled to rise up and over throw;
Freedom is a dream
as long as the reality is awake in your heart;
Freedom is for everyone;
Freedom is a right;
Freedom is a flame
by which the downtrodden kindle round;
Freedom is an anthem
sung from mountains tops, valleys, small rural villages and big city slums;
Freedom is a celebration
dancing and laughing;
Freedom is madness
hysterical and painful:
Freedom is joyous;
Freedom is a feeling
Freedom is a word –
and the word is freedom
and being free to speak that word;
Freedom is a thought,
and no matter what parent say,
how teachers indoctrinate,
… religions impose-
… governments censor-
… police imprison-
… soldiers slaughter-
As long as you have freedom in you
As long as you believe
You are free
pre 2000
by which wars are fought
and people die,
Freedom is an attitude
by which lovers live;
Freedom is a hope
that inspire the shackled to rise up and over throw;
Freedom is a dream
as long as the reality is awake in your heart;
Freedom is for everyone;
Freedom is a right;
Freedom is a flame
by which the downtrodden kindle round;
Freedom is an anthem
sung from mountains tops, valleys, small rural villages and big city slums;
Freedom is a celebration
dancing and laughing;
Freedom is madness
hysterical and painful:
Freedom is joyous;
Freedom is a feeling
Freedom is a word –
and the word is freedom
and being free to speak that word;
Freedom is a thought,
and no matter what parent say,
how teachers indoctrinate,
… religions impose-
… governments censor-
… police imprison-
… soldiers slaughter-
As long as you have freedom in you
As long as you believe
You are free
pre 2000
7 Freedom to Love
Freedom to love
Freedom to make love
Freedom to be loved
Freedom to feel love
Freedom to feel loved
Freedom to find love
Freedom to think love
Freedom to breathe love
Freedom to dream love
Freedom to want love
Freedom to need love
Freedom to beg love
Freedom to love love
Freedom to free love
Freedom to hold love
Freedom to hug love
Freedom to cuddle love
Freedom to sing love
Freedom to write love
Freedom to smell love
Freedom to say ‘love’
Freedom to say ‘I love you’
Freedom to love as a friend
Freedom to love as a lover
Freedom to love as if there were no tomorrow
Freedom to love for ever
Freedom to love you
Freedom to love myself
Freedom to love whoever I fuckin want
Freedom to love
Freedom to love
Freedom to make love
Freedom to be loved
Freedom to feel love
Freedom to feel loved
Freedom to find love
Freedom to think love
Freedom to breathe love
Freedom to dream love
Freedom to want love
Freedom to need love
Freedom to beg love
Freedom to love love
Freedom to free love
Freedom to hold love
Freedom to hug love
Freedom to cuddle love
Freedom to sing love
Freedom to write love
Freedom to smell love
Freedom to say ‘love’
Freedom to say ‘I love you’
Freedom to love as a friend
Freedom to love as a lover
Freedom to love as if there were no tomorrow
Freedom to love for ever
Freedom to love you
Freedom to love myself
Freedom to love whoever I fuckin want
Freedom to love
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