Wailing Whaling blues

 I'm a wailing whale, I've got the blues

They keep coming up throwing their harpoons

They want to strip me of my blubber

Put my oil in a lamp and use my skin as rubber

Oh I'm a wailing whale I've got the blues

I'm a singing blue whale, I'm the blues whale

I've got no Sperm left in the dogger banks

I've got money to burn but no woman to thank

I've got the burning blue whale blues

Oh man I've got sharks all around 

They're taking chunks out of me

I try and shoe them away

But there's too many in the sea

Everywhere I look no safe passage can be found

I've got to move my pod to some sacred ground

But now I'm wailing

Oh a waily whaley

I've got the wailing whaling blues

I'm a blues whale as blues as can be

You should have opened a shoes shop

To see the blue suede sea

Velvet as an underground

Hear the sirens wailing at me

A wailey, whaley whaling blues

I've got the blue whale blues

Lost in music

 It was all just a little bit too good to be true

All you ever wanted was a bit of attention

The hawkers were out there

Selling tickets to the show

And you needed someone to hold your hand

I saw two horses dancing in the field

And the white horses roll on the ocean

And I don't know which I would rather be

Coming in land with a thousand others

Or just stuck with one single lover

No one is truly free, why would you want to be

Freedom means unbearable loneliness

And  that is no fun

But it is that versus responsibility of family

And duty and honour of marital service

Do what your body is designed for

There's an intellectual struggle for the woman in society

What does it mean to go against nature, God's will

It means the destruction of the world

Recycling Eve

After the book club

I went to the pub

But alone there's the rub

Compared to the bookish affair

It was like a lonely men appreciation society

There were men whose wives were on holiday

Men who'd been single most of their lives

Men with families who go there to mingle

Men who go there just to feel alive

And me why did I go to the open mic night?

Just to listen to the music and enjoy a pint

I had a pizza as well and it was a good evening

Not every night can be the night of your life

And I sort of went because I was talking to you

And you left to go home and I took my cue

Maybe a woman needs a home and a family

maybe a man does too, there's the tragedy

because they've got to be in love or have respect

for each other, I don't have anything else to report

the pub is place to share a table with a friend

When you find men and women cannot truly do that

That they really see each other as sport

Then I'd rather get lost in the music of men

Who are missing their loved ones

Than have be with the one who has torn my world apart

After I offered her sympathy and an already damaged heart

To have it thrown out like the garbage into the dustcart

I remember it's recycling day today

And I haven't put mine out yet 

Over and over

 Sperm in Alium

Know my onions

In the union partnered

Hares on the back of my neck

Leverets on my shoulder

Dogs at my behind

And hounds rolling over

Where can I find

Some peace of mind

While I grow older?

It should be easier

Than being a soldier

But nothing seems to come

Down the river but boulders

Tumbling trying to crush me

And I have to be Atlas

To lift the weight of the world

It's not all bad, it's just the heart

If not for the love of a girl

But That is just foolish art

Dragon busters

 Lend me your ears

I need better hearing

I've got the ear wax blues

I'm hard of shearing

My sheep has been sold

My fleece it is flying

My niece has been bold

She's shera sighing

Into the flannel folds

Of flanders the soldiers go

Hiring steadfast gastropods

To carry Oedipus crying

Eyes like a waterfall

Footfall treading 

Gently on mountainsides

Cursed yet beguiling

Nonchalantly staring

Into the abyss

Caring not whether it's a hit or a miss

As Achilles goes down at the heel

Down in the mouth is Agamemnon

The Scylla talks too loud

Patroclus is yet smiling

and whiling away hours

The centaur sleeps in his cave

The minotaur has a headache

Stuck in his own maze

Theseus is climbing the stairs to save

Rapunzel who got stuck there on

A Greek holiday

It's all a basket case of bread

From better days

But my ear it is listening

To stories

From ear on ear

 I've gone stone deaf

My ear is cold meth

A frozen breath

On a winter morning

I'm a little late borning

The lambs hate fawning

It's a little trait warning

In a sky of blue

Coinciding with my new smoking

It's a box to put a joke in

And forget about until it

Surprises you later

Give it up now

Have you gone deaf to 

Your own common sense?

Inner voice

Designer love

 Give me designer love

Cut to fit me like a glove 

no tearing seams

No fraying themes

That lead me down

The wrong cat walks

Displaying like a clown

My crown of dreams

Give me designer love

That I can wear and hold around me

But the wind has blown my cloak off

I've been the standing joke of

The town, the clown

Who cared for one unshared

By one

Or two or none

I've come full circle

In the whirlwind

Of chance

And ended up in France

With finance

but no fine romance

Only cattle fed

Catastrophe

But I'll let that be

Because designer love is not for me