Justice

Justice is like a flame
Burning in dark night
My enemies weigh-laid
But I find might is right
What can be the fate
Of one whose lot is plight
The thorn that grows upon the tree
Bleeds dark red on white
And from the sceptred isle
To the monarchy of hate
I row my river boat
Down lanes to pearly gate
She dons her crown
I take it, not a minute too late
For the Queen does frown
At the merriment of state

A follower of the king
Came by his banquet table
To present to him the crown
For to prove that he was able
Get up you lowly dog he says
Go fetch me a pitcher of wine
But after he brought it to the man-god
For his adventure did he pine

My liege I am an adventurer
My turkey bruises well
When left to ruts and ditches
The snakes belly does swell
He must take on witches
Fight dragons and ogres as well
Or else his eternal itches
Will cause him infernal hell

Indeed young man then go on
Your mortal steaming quest
Just bring back my pearly daughter
Whose been captured by the Vest
Oh my pearl cried the Queen
And fell into a quivering dream
She sits in the underworld
Ruled by the dark prince Bream

Bream oh bream
His tokens have a wall upon my body
His fishy scales
Like mighty whales
Send shivers down my spine
He has no sense of time
And even his living is a crime
For none too soon
Shall I swoon under his pescalian

prime

Sunset on Somerset

 It was in the year 1819

The darkest year that had ever been

Billie Watts was a pauper scrounging for scraps

But the law was a torture and he took the raps

No one would buy his nice clay pipes

And the crops all died and he reverted to type

They never saw him for the good man he could be

Oh but if they did would they ever have stopped him being free

Well they're doing the same thing now to you and me

the establishment would like to keep us under lock and key

Than allow a free spirit to live in the air

Oh yes he stole a pigeon, they didn't care

He stole a piece of muslin, they barely lifted a hair

And then they saw him as a troublemaker

And transported him down there

He stole a pigeon, and they threw him in prison

Down in a cell he stewed

Down there to Tasmania and Van Diemen's land

Where only the hardest men and women can stand

And if you weren't hard before they made you that way

Because you had to survive or dig your own grave

Oh can you see over the prison walls?

You're building a new country but a prison for your souls

And if you could own a single plot of what you bring under control

Well could you see the sunset before the darkness falls

Lords and ladies of land

 When you pass

As sure you must

Will I look on your grave

And see that you've survived upon

The dust your parents saved

I hold all you land lords and ladies

To be poisonous viles lent

And spilt your toxic blood

Upon the land that I have rent

I owe you nothing but my soul

My liberty's at ease

I'll grate you down the drains

With gust of the wind

Or gentle breeze

You are nothing more to me

Than brown and fallen leaves

From the branches

Of your family

Who happened to love thee

I shall not stand on circumstance

Nor with pomp

bow nor serve

My dignity does not allow

Me to reward

What was never earned

So go your way

And please depart

From the path that 

I call mine

For nothings left

But what I deserve

Since I must walk

My own line

Manikin's kin

 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

French exchange

 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

Why'd you have to look like that?

 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?

Corncrake

 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 saw the Corncrake