Out to get me

 I only had one thing on my mind

Down by the river Sheppey

And all the people not of my kind

They were out to get me

They were out in a posse

They were out on the jetty

Yes they went searching out to find the key

Yes, they were out to get me

Well me why can't a fella have a drink

On Saturday night he deserves it don't he

Floating his boat on the big wide sea

But they were out to get me

Searching in the town hall

Searching knee deep in confetti

I felt like I was back in school

When they were out to get me

Give me a trial by my peers

Make me stand and let me

Find witnesses with eyes and ears

To show they were out to get me

Poem for A

 Oh you fat slob

With your sallow mallow, mealy mouth

Pale as a Nursing shark swimming about

In your pool of women you hide in

You pale-faced poser, you cowardly yellow belly

Roll over you hog in the dirty mud of a littered mind

In the crossed wires of our communication

And why not try hanging yourself on one of them

And I shall nod to you and acknowledge your bloated rotting

Corpse that will be feed for crows

Just as they pluck from your skull

The black beady eyes that gave me a look once 

of one who thinks he knows me

And can tell or understand from a single line

The meaning or spirit of another

Well with all your insight I hope you know

This poem is about you, you fat motherfucker