There is Something Very Unfortunate About Re-occuring Themes

Done with little old men.

Done with everything else.

Melodrama be my friend.

I'm done now and it's going to end.

Righteous Drinker

Righteous drinker envelope your soul
In the hypocrisy of your finite goal.
Leave your mind on the pavement
And swear the streets, the commandment.

Righteous drinker save yourself
From hell. From abstained wealth
And all your phoney silliness
That leaves you dead and selfless.

The Scream

Clinching tightly onto a rope
That hangs in mid air.
As the air and ground elope
To reveal the term; fair.

Sweat rushes past the eyes
Hair in midstream.
All his efforts and all tries
Just one last scream.

Typo

bIg WoRdS aNd BiG mEn
SiNg LoVeLy HaRmOnIeS
eVeN iF tHeY aRe DiScOrDaNt.

Teacher, He Hit Me!

Bad boy you are my nemesis.
Take your own world apart
And take it to the chemist.

Take your own wold apart
And dream of better days
Begin again at the start.

And dream of better days
When you collect your parade
And present in your ways.

When you collect your parade
Bad boy you are my nemesis
Stop being so stupid and afraid.

Daylight

Fabulous!
Here is the sun.
Sunshine!
The day is done.
Ha!
Right!
Cause here is some light!

CPIWLC

Charity,
Perhaps
Insanity
With
Little
Clarity.

Clerihew XII

James Earl Jones
Has a voice of many tones.
A lion, a murderer and a presenter,
A thespian who does many a venture.

Incoherent Morning Thought

This book should tackle the fog in my head,
As my mind follows my body out of bed.
Don't drop the dainty display down the dungeon,
Dancers do deem dungeons distasteful.
I never was one who could think clearly,
Before the sun greets me nice and friendly.
She surely shies away from shambolic
Shivers. She never shaved those legs!

Sign of Jonah

Redeem this little soul,
Goal! Has been reached.
Beached is my whale.
Frail is the maker,
Baker of my salvation.

An Old Man By The Window

Something is not quite right outside.
A man has left his woman to die.
A woman upholds her child's lie.
A groom has run from his bride.

Something is not quite right outside.
As I sit here in my cozy chair,
Stroking my life, stroking my hair.
My sanctuary of comfort and pride.

All these people need to learn to hide.
They make mistakes for all to see,
The numpties think they are free,
Something is not quite right outside.

Wall

Nine more to go
Only a little effort.
Eight more to go
We can make it.
Seven more to go
Just a few more steps.
Six more to go
Only a little effort
Five more to go
We can make it
Four more to go
Just a few more steps
Three more to go
Only a little effort
Two more to go
We can make it
One more to go
Just a few more steps.

Pop

I'm tongue tied and dizzy
With not much time left
Render me useless till
Death do us part.

Left on the boiling, fizzy -
This Coke of life is bereft
Of energy and still
I don't know where to start.

Clerihew XI

Bill Gates
Increases rates.
Oh, those lovely glasses
Teach some great investment classes.

Stumbling Block

Somewhere between the sun and the moon
A bird sings in the noon.
Somewhere between the bride and the groom
A fool can't find his room.