If you say yes, I'll have to go
But I'm not a manikin
Only for show
I'm a real man
You need to know
But if you say can
Then I must go
Down the shoot, one more time
Bring a bottle
Of red wine
Because you know it's in my mind
This psychic buzzard keeps
Swooping by
I think it's an augur
But that's in spring
And we met in August
Where do we begin?
Now that it's ended I need to know
Should I stay for the fashion show
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Now I don't mean you're delusional
It's that you're diluvial
In a manner quite effluvial of
Certain schizoid type
For your French exchange
When young, hung
Like a ripe
Plum around the gum
Of the girl on
The bike
Who you saw but did not like
Only the smell and the hum
Of Paris or a bum
Or a scent of the drum
When the sun beat its thumb
On the edge of your skull
In the bus where the droll
Hypocrites type
Their soul out
And write
I think you're delusional
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Yes I saw you have some new shoes
Well are they blues shoes or are they black?
Because one of them suits you
And the other one makes you look
Like a cat
Well yes, nice to see you too
How do you like my new hat?
Well it could be from the top draw for sure
Or he fetched it from the back (of the store)
Well anyway, how do you do?
Oh, Why'd you have to look like that?
Yes it makes me feel so rich and then so poor
When I see you walking out of his front door
Because I know you're with him for sure
Or oh is it for the long haul? Baby tell me more
Why'd you have to look like that?
I could move to the other side of town
And you'd never see me kicking around
With a frown underneath my new hat in brown
And this top hat would have it's bottom turned down
Oh why'd you have to look like that?
Oh we fell out and he fell in
And I don't doubt that he'd like to win
But we've got about you've put me in a spin
Oh why'd have to look like that to begin
With or without, I need you like gin
I want to bake you like bread
In my heart's oven even
Because you've got dough eyes
That make me knead to grin
Oh Why'd you have to look like that?
Oh why'd you have to look like that?
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
The lowland scrub where the corncrake croak
Like a buzz on a cockroach's throat
Like a disco, a turn up to vote
In the booths of policemen
When they ring the yard on the phone
Oh the lowland reeds and the heathery belt
Where the corncrake hides in his feathery pelt
And the cornflakes fly and the cocoa pops melt
To the rice crispy cries of snap crackle and Celt
Oh lay myself down for to hear the Corncrake
On the isle of Canna where the canned worms wake
And they opened and wriggled around on the make
For the blue sea glistened but I never heard the Corncrake
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Modern man
He dances
Modern man in trousers
Could lose some weight
Gain in love not hate
Yes, he's a modern man
He's out there on the town
Living life as best he can
Yes, he's a modern man
He'd shoot you down
If he liked it
But he'd rather
Dance with the bouncers
Yes, he's the modern man
Needs a beer
In his stomach
To keep
The butterflies
Turning into caterpillars
And then a Chrysalis
Yes, he's a modern man
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
She's got a new friend
I don't doubt it
She's got a new friend
I want to shout it
She's got a new friend
And it don't mean much to me
I wish I could win
Her in the end
But I know that now
I'm just her old friend
Yes she's moved on
Like a ship in the sea
And I'm out here on my island
well I'm not complaining
And I'm not drowning
I'm just sorry to see
Her ship leaving me
She's got a new friend
I don't doubt it
She's got a new friend
I want to shout it
She's got a new friend
And it don't mean much to me
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
E You're not my type G-E
Am I call it hype A G
Dm7 A little Am7 drunken Dsus4
D Tyke
Am Kind of tripe G-A
E You're not my type G
E I like it black
Am I like it white
E You're not my type G
F You think you're Zebra
C I don't like stripes
E You're not my type G
You know a leopard
Can't change his spots
Well this old beggar
looks strange not hot
You're not my type
I like to write
I don't mean left wing
I don't mean right
E You're not my type G
I just think you should choose
To get on your bike
You're not my type
I wouldn't ride you
It's not my like
So just walk in my shoes
You're not my type
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.