True story. I wanna turn this into a country number.

They left me in charge of the rabbit
When they went on holiday
The fucker kept escaping
To my dismay.
I named the bastard Houdini
Son of a bitch
They left me in charge of the rabbit
The foxes had it.

I battened down the hatches
And secured his cage
But still found white fur on the lawn
When I went back next day.
So i spun tall tales of escapades
But my story wouldn’t swim
They left me in charge of Houdini
And the had foxes had him.

Crack house

Funny that.
Was just in the shower
and completely out of the blue it came back to me that i once spent Christmas in a crack house (had buried that one away deep till this morn!)
Wow.
They were shit days.
All that awful guilt.
Fuck me that was dark.
And i remember really wanting to leave and be with my family
but i was somehow indebted to the crack house owner so i had to sit Xmas out with him.
That we were in this shit together.
Yuck.
Fuck that memory.
x

Model on the northern line

Doth the world desire you so my dear?
Bambi lashes
Porcelain pout
We the normal
We the just ok
Who's eyes are drawn
To that perfect alien
Graceful in tatters
Holding the carriages attention
With that nonchalon look of
You are nothing
I have the company of princes and night club owners.
We have nothing in common
Behind these eyes
I think only in diamonds.

More flummoxed than jealous

The lion meets with the greasy man
for coffee every morning on platform 4.
An unlikely match.
She golden glorious,
he greasy like a Parisian from the movies,
desperately in need of a haircut and general spruce.
Legs crossed seaweed dangle,
limp wristed,
oh so nonchalon in ya shiny grey,
and i am flummoxed!
The lion,bold as brass towers over the shabby cheap,shoes and suit.
And she hangs on his every word? Smitten?
For fucks sake have a wash mate!!
Ya killing me!

Yuck

And then suddenly you are there.
Scent of cheap insecurity.
Where the marketing campaigns have worked
and now you're invading my senses with naffness.
I hate Linx.
Try washing instead.

Plums

Another plum born to plummy plums.
Fuck you plums.
I really do hate plums.

MOUNTAINS

I gotta do this washing up
But today
my chores feel like mountains
i gotta clean the bath,
wash the kitchen floor?
Pushing a mop and filling a bucket?
Fuck it!!