Running to the end of the rainbow

 Well I run to the end of the rainbow

I run through the day and the night

I run from beginning to the end although

She could put out her light

I run through the many colours, through

Yellow, and blue, green and red

And they take me up to the top of the hill

Then the colours run through my head

And I've been running til the end of the rainbow

I've got to keep the pot of gold in mind

But the further I run the further I am

From the goal I first set out to find

Yet I keep running to the end of the rainbow

Until I reach that promised land

Where there is milk and honey and green pastures

The grass is always greener on the other hand

I keep running to the end of the rainbow

Running from the thoughts I've left behind

I'm running somewhere new, where the sky is so blue

And where people will seek me but never find

So I'm running to the end of the rainbow

Will it be like it was before?

When the rain clouds break, it rains on my all my mistakes

Can I run fast enough, I'm never sure

Dusty's New Year Adventure

 Well the champagne had flowed

And party poppers had popped

And Bernie and Shaun went for a midnight jaunt

Down the long icy road

With Dusty well stowed

Inside Shaun's green coat

They danced a merry tune under the stars

Dusty was not quite so sure himself

But then they arrived at the garden

of the Theale commune

And he took this as his cue to scram

The field was enormous to Dusty's little mind

For by this time he had not ventured much

or broadened his horizons

However at two o'clock in the morning

The frost was quite enticing

And he frolicked through the field of white

Soon though he thought this is getting cold and I must hide

In a bush or hedge

Space on Earth

 The virus kills human beings 99% are wiped out

The planet can become green again

It is authentic without doubt

Genuine number, the real Macoy

The Earth just did a twissler on you, oh boy

I can't wait to see what the sequel will be

Colour my Apricots like a banana tree

Bake all my forget-me-not in a pie

And say good bye to old mother Hubbard's cooking

Her Four and twenty black birds had to fly

I'm ready to witness the tipping point

When the ice berg turns, like a mountain of butter

Slipping under the occiptal nerves

Slicing a cross section of the human beart

And re-routing the brain

It will be like Art, man, too nude

The naked Earth bare and rude

covered with nothing

But jungle grass

like the day it was born

On its little ass

a Lad in tights

 What I dream of are no borders

Roaming wild

Aladin tights

A transvestite production of

Arabian nights

In the Wild west

The genie in the bottle

From the whisky bottle

of Tex Mex , or Texas Jack

On his way up the Green river 

He meets a mountain man

With a blanket to deliver

A beaver skin, the like of which

Has never been seen before

For when it's unfurled 

Then the world will know

A lad in tights might be a girl

He is a wild mountain man

Who is trying to come to terms with his gender dysphoria

Discovers a magic lamp in an old mountain cabin one night

And he rubs it to discover Tex Mex the man Ol Jack of the lantern

Who promptly tell him he will grant him 3 wishes

First he wishes he were a woman, not a man of the mountain

Second

Featuring such hits as -I like lumber, Jack, how about you?

I like lumber, can you give me your number

I see you need a tree feller, well I'm the fella for you

Put your back into it

All bark and no bite, just dog darn day

He said, she said - Jack said, did she?, Jill said, no he didn't!

And other confusing tales

Aladin tight's other wish is for others to recognize that people like him exist in the world

And they have real struggle with who they are

with such songs as 'who you calling a shemale, man?'

He-man/shemale, Seaman, and the whale

Moby Dick or toby and the red brick retold

The house that Jill built

Look who's wearing the trousers

Sand in my test tube

Gender positive discrimination on the Appellation trail

river of songs

 Rivers and streams

I came down from the mountain

into the stream

I was in the follow through

But it rushed as it gleamed

Like golden glitter

Like in a dream

I didn't know I was in the river

But it was only your jet stream

It took me up through the valley

Down the fettered rhines

I nearly felt better

As I saw the green hills

I didn't know where I was going

Only where I'd been

Well I thought it was a river

But it was only your jet stream

I socked a punch at the moon

And knocked out the sun

It fell like a balloon

Down on everyone

Soon we were covered

But the river it flowed on

Well I called it a river

But it was a sea of song

Nyolcas - the buckled wheel

 Took my bike to the bicycle shop

The one on Kada ut

The guy there was like "I don't speak English"

I'm not even gonna say hello

He wore this dark mask on his face

This plaintiff unmerciful look

As if he accused me of stealing his rainbow

That a Siamese twin should know

He cycled back to his banana republic

Of being alone

When I think of all the cruel things

People say, my heart turns into a stone

This land is not a kind one

This is pick a bone

This is smile and you get kicked in the teeth

This land says "Leave me alone!"

What is the point of helping these folks

Who care not a tuppence for me

What is the point of giving them taxes

So with their laws they can

Stop me being free?

I am sure such a land is a murder field.

I am sure they'll crucify me

If they knew what I thought

Of their dumb ass navigation

Through the world of democracy

This place could be the worst in Europe.

This place is a Soviet Stooge

It is biding its time for an invasion

Then with Russia it will cause a deluge

And pack up the Warsaw Pact

And write for treatments of treaties at home

And put right all that Trianon put wrong

And finally end up all alone

No the wheel doesn't turn straight

It's bent, bent as a copper

It has been beaten

By the forces of state

Its spokesmen are out of whack

By a whopper

And you may Big Mac your way to the top

On European subsidies

But if you take from the Robber barons of

The East, from your debts you'll never

get free.

So why don't you straighten out your own wheel

The wheel of your democracy

Because until you give the spokespeople

Full freedom of speech

All you'll get is a jelly state that will wobble

and topple

And if you look to your own people to fix it

I'm afraid they're as corrupt at the bottom

as they are at the top

You need a new system of administration

If you want this corruption to stop

Identity

 It is a bit of a come down

But I'd come to expect this of life

In its lifeless distress,

The clock ticks on but I'm not bored

I've just become like the stone on the sword

Waiting like a weight

Heavy as a date gone wrong

But this is meant to be my song

I was a someone, once

But that was all pretence

And I should not be afraid

To throw off my disguise

My make up had started to flake

And there was a small dark look in my eyes

And a sense of the fake

The imposter crept into my skin

I had to drop all the lies

So that was when then

I lost everything like Trump

I must admit defeat

Perhaps it does take more courage say

I didn't win

And return tail between my legs back home

To England

Because I never wanted this ego

This ID that was created by circumstance

Inflated opinion of one

Who is a native English man in a foreign clime

But really I'm

nothing special, just one who had a chance

And took it.

But back in England I am nothing

To speak about

I will need about a year of hard graft

To turn things around

And get back on my feet financially

And now there is a slim window of opportunity

I may be able to grasp

If only I can let go of Hungary and my ID