THE KINGDOM OF THE UNKIND

In the kingdom of the unkind

young men get up on the stage

they’ve been doing what makes them blind

they will fly into a rage, at

anyone who’s left the room,

anyone who can’t keep up, or

who doesn’t know the tune

And they’ll tell you that they’re scared

to walk down your mother’s street

and that whatever they think you are

that is what you’ll always be

They’ve been lifted into place

on the bones of the welfare state

so say hi to the master race

as u watch them masturbate

there’s no self-deprecating comment

that does not end in vomit

and just when you think it’s too vile

they’ll throw in the paedophiles

They’ve been independently schooled

but they will always be in debt

to the things their daddy stole

and I would say forgive them lord

at the drop of my flat cap

if they could hear a word

above the sound of one hand clap

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE KINGDOM OF THE UNKIND

LEAVE THEM ALL BEHIND

And as you leave them all behind

and move on to pastures new

just be prepared to be reminded

of all the things you didn’t do

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You will forget them very quickly

at least the names will disappear

but they’ll remember you more clearly

as you shoot through the atmosphere

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There he goes to take his place

he always knew how to walk tall

but i’m not joining in the race

to bruise my soul at the first wall:

HE NEVER MADE ME FEEL ANYTHING BUT SMALL

HE NEVER STOPPED TO HEAR MY SONG

HE NEVER SAW WHY I HAD TO CRAWL

TO GET THROUGH THE GAPS IN MY HORIZON

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So now you see them at the bus stop

faces worn out long ago

searching for chances in the dustbowl

searching for comfort in the snow

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And you have children of your own

they run a race for charity

but what to do when they come home

and say they fear to walk the streets

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There he goes to take his place

he always knew how to walk tall

but i’m not joining in the race

to bruise my soul at the first wall:

YOU NEVER MADE ME FEEL ANYTHING BUT SMALL

YOU NEVER STOPPED TO HEAR MY SONG

YOU NEVER SAW WHY I HAD TO CRAWL

TO GET THROUGH THE GAPS IN MY HORIZON

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GOOD TO SEE YOU’RE KEEPING IN SHAPE MY FRIEND

THEY BEAT ME TO A PULP BUT I GOT THERE IN THE END

COME DOWN FOR A PINT WITH ALL THE MISFITS SOME TIME SOON

BEFORE WE MEET AGAIN IN SOME RENTED ROOM

LEAVE THEM ALL BEHIND

I AM BLESSED

I am blessed with a never-ending stream

of soppiness which when taken to extremes

comes out as rage or something quite obscene

and the pen with which I write can’t keep up steam

and I am still the Y in My Team

and I am still the U in recluse

and I hope that I can be of some use

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I hear the pig joke that he’s a lesbian

as he’s angling for a glimpse of her tits

I’ve heard worse from the lips of investors

but they don’t know the half of it

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For I am out as a girl who likes girls

though she’s not blind to the beauty of the lads

and likes to climb trees and stuff like that

and I am out as an ego who would be so proud to serve

but only if it’s still before the mast

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I am cursed with a never ending stream

which is why I always keep a bamboo cup

I’d like to sing but I get a little hoarse

and I only need a kiss to shut me up

just another kiss to shut me up…

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1st September 2019 to JSP, who gets me – and takes me

I AM BLESSED