Successful

Successful
A sneer across my face.
We travel before the successful.
We the African princes come toilet cleaners,
we the tired Polish whores,
we the Indian lawyers to be security guards,
we the disgruntled English forced out of jobs once secure.
All sad,all quiet,all together knackered,all humbled.
One day we'll be successful.
A big fuck you to a failed schooling 2 decades before.
Today,tortured spine,broken and worn.
Spent and washed up,
in father's eyes a failure.
Unmarried,skint bitter.

We ride these early mornings.

One day i'll photgraph the tired at my glorious leisure.
Turning them into art for the successful.
One day a bacon sandwich won't seem like a luxury,
Starbucks an irresponsible indulgence.
And i'll return to white sheets and clean carpets.
Return successful to my palace,
give a shit
and flick crumbs on the floor.

The Gallery

Telling ya,
The best place in South London for flesh is the Gallery.
Up the top of Brixton Hill on the right.
A Portugese takeaway.
You can eat in too if you are super cool.
Oh my dayz.
So they have 4 marinades.
Herb,peri peri med and hot and Jedungo(banging heat African sauce)
For £3.50 you can get a star burger.
2 chicken breasts in a bun with a bit of lettuce,tomato and mayo.
Fuck cheese and bacon and all that fancy shit.
this is all you need when it comes to the best chicken sandwich you will ever eat.
I get it Jedungo coz i am a man but it don't fuck ya stomach up like Nandoes does.
This shit is smooth heat.
Even cooler,they give you a handfull of their home made crisps.They are warm.
Yup.
the Bollox.
Back in the days of old when i actually had a few pence in my pocket,i would go crazy there.
Lamb fucking cutlets!!!!
4 of those bastards cooked with the good shit marinade in a foil container.
Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh.
I can't bare it.
If you like flesh.
Go to the Gallery.
Them lamb cutlets are like 4 quid.
Their Chicken is the best.
Comes in a white foil bag.
A whole chicken is like £7.50.
It will be the best chicken you have ever eaten.
And Chorizo.A whole chorizo sausage,spliced like a rattlesnakes tail.
Man,you gotta chew that bastard.
Proper hard persons like myself aint afraid of scary sausages.
£2 fuckin 50.
You could easy feed you and ya love one indoors for a tenner.
And she'd be proper in awe of you coz now you is a hunter gatherer and you have just brung her the best feed she's had in time.
One last thing.
They sell the marinade.
Makes Nandoes look stupid.
Telling ya.
xx

a drunken train ride home

Open the door
Open the door
You pissed in my face you dirty rass.
Too late mate
where's one supposed to piss.
There aint no can in the guards van.
So the steaming golden ark
showered Lewisham station platform.
Brindle feigning sleep on the floor
rattling the handle you were.
To get at our blood
the unfortunate piss catcher.
Seething
seeping in urine from Crukies dirty white pecker.
Still brilliant
even after all these years

Men will understand

The love of my life,
lost count long ago,
of all the cocks she'd rode upon.
Try as i might
oh love of my life,
this i could not forget

Bukowski Dad

I hate with all my heart
my Bukowski dad
when i hear him talk
of his beloved
Eastern European
labour force

I hate with all my heart
my Bukowski dad
when i hear him talk
of what he could do
when he was on the tools.

Bullshit me you stupid man.
I was there remember,
I was there.

Donkey of the damned

I work,
I am a horse.
I have slightly rough hands and pain in my eyes.
You'll find me in the rain.
Tears rolling down frozen stubbled cheeks.
Grey skies above taunt me of fresh miseries to follow.
The crow,
ragged,
bleak,
poised on whithered branch.
Barks,mocks,
Come on then everyone,
Let's all bark at the fucking donkey.
This donkey of the damned

Wonk Unit

Yeah,we've Wonk unit.
We're like hella cool London cats.
Go to the party,guess who's already there?
That's right us.
We'll be the ones dancing on tables,
practicing eye smolders on other guests,
wearing the right jeans
and leaning against walls,smoking and looking just right in thaat West London cool way.
We have model girlfriends too.
Mine's called Nico.
she's a Russian model pretending to be a screwdriver.
The Python's involved with Tamara.She's from Sweden and is the owner of a car(very rich).
Mez dates Goota,a Slavacian oompa loompa.
Yeah that's right,we're cool.
We sing about cool things like laying on women and driving really fast cars around London.
Parking tickets?
Fuck you!
You'll catch us out most week nights at all the right places.
Weekends are for the weekend crowd and that aint cool.
That's zool.