Odd Fellow

The man behind the mask
Is the man behind the truth
He's socially inept
Societies reserved debt
Quizzing personalities sooth
Lost within his youth

The man too awkward to talk
Fragile flower without a stalk
Axe murderer or serial killer
Questioning looks at Benjamin Miller

Neither will he be
Traversely still, a lonely tragedy
Wanting for a need
A friendly trusting seed

He laughs along with them all
Yet feels so very small
Peculiarity reigns
Troubles his soul, destroys his brain.

One day they may find him all alone
Left with no nourishment
Just skin and bone
What a quiet fellow they say
Then bury him beneath
The muddy clay

Police the world

No chemical weapons
Or atomic bombs
No safe surroundings
in their John

Kill the ruthless leader
Destroy what they haven't got
Bomb the country to oblivion
Fill the hotel rooms with a Gideon

Steal their liquid gold
Sell what's not been sold
Send in medication
For the weak and for the old

Someone's lost a son
Maybe a daughter too
Believing in a cause
Release a living few

Free a country from oppression
Lift a people from depression
That's what they have you believe
Blind people cannot see

America will reign supreme
Free the eastern regime
Billions of dollars to be made
Business growing at a rate

Fill the country with their lies
American phones for all the wives
McDonald's opens a burger bar
complete the fib with a brand new car

One day maybe the land will be free
from obsessive countries
and all their money
America, Britain,France and more
Will go and oppress
Someone else's shore.
I

Ode to Jasper

Ten thousand interesting readers have seen my blog,
It's so amazing!, that many people without a job.
Scouring the Internet for something to do
Or am I just the lucky one, obviously were looking for some other kind of fun
Yet stumbled apon my written trash
It's a shame it doesn't bring in any cash.
Still continue reading if you dare
Even though you're probably sitting there bare.

The Bee

Busy bee flying along,
collecting pollen, singing a song
What a lovely feast on that plate
Custard tarts, taste really great
Flying slowly, back to the nest
Wasting time,
in his black and yellow vest
Nearly there, not too far
Then goes splat!
On a windscreen of a car.

Wasting time?

Close the door, grab the book, don't turn around for a second look
Open the cover, turn to page one
Read the Prologue, what good fun
Chapter one, there you go
Waste some time, your an adventurous soul
into the mystery, questing, love life
Put the kettle on when startled by your wife.
"What you reading?", she says to you
"oh just a small story, melancholy blue".
"sounds good, how much have you read?"
"fourteen chapters, all done and said.

Cup Cakes Ugh!

The world has gone crazy for cream on the top
Nasty little cup cakes, when is it gonna stop ?
Sponge on the bottom, hiding away
Beneath a fondeaux icing, Lime green today
Hundreds and thousands, silver balls and bells
Sweet and nasty things that taste like hell
Go to the bakers, buy some Buns
Soft bread pudding, gotta have some
My stomach grumbles loudly, says my throats been cut
Make sure you bring me back
a Jam filled doughnut

Music

Music is my sadness
Music is my joy
All kinds of music since I was a boy
It takes my heart,
moulds it into shape
Frees away the fever,
allows an escape
Music is so precious
the way it twists and turns
Rises up and down
And With my soul burns

I Dance when I'm happy
I Cry when I'm sad
Music takes all forms
The Good and the bad
A wonderful sound like never before
Emotionally caught by the poetic score
If you feel lonely
Down by the fools
Hurt by life, saddened by news
discouraged And forlorn
no sleep at night and tired at dawn
Then hear something magic by
Queen,Elvis or Berlioz
Hear the sound of angels
Lifting your spirit
Life is so good
When there's music in it.