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Tuesday, July 17, 2012

The Joker

Break a mans rib
To make me a woman again
And sacrifice a goat
To make me whole again
Give me a potion
To save me from the mare
Release me from this
Evil snare
I'm a soldier
In this I delight
Won't give up
Without a fight
I've lost my horse
During this war
I live behind
A closed door
Work my hands to the bone
Tax me out
Of heart and home
Work my hands
To the fuckin' bone
You're my lover now
You're my friend now
You're not to talk
To yourself
You've got to walk for yourself
While you fend for yourself
You forgot how to defend yourself
You've just got to remember yourself
I'm not your vessel
Anymore
I'm not your cook
I'm not your whore
Not on offer
Not at all
Never was
in actual fact
And that's because
It's all a circus act
Always thought
That I had the key
And now the enemy
Is on their knees
Just fuck off
And let me
Breath!
Please!
Stay away
Or come around
But in between
Blue and Green
Is a colour
So don't be mean
We could drink some tea
I could be me
Hey that's my body
Stop playing with my heart
I've written this poem
To tell you a dream
About a joke
About a bloke
Who drove a volkswagon
And pulled the choke
And then he called
The engine a she
And in the back
There was me
Feeling slightly unhappy
So I said no
You're not pulling the choke
I wonder when
I'll get a laugh
And they'll stop sawing me in half
Treating me like a dummy
Pretending that it's funny
Making me sleep
When it is sunny
Wanking themselves
Like loonies
Poking fun at my toonies
Being funnier
Than business can stand
Thieving my will
Stealing my land
Talking behind my back
Driving me mad
Sending complete strangers
Around to my house
Who terrify me no less
Than a little mouse
But I remember this
And this I know
That You
Only ever joke
And the joke is
On me
Things like my cute nose
And chastity back in July in 1993
To the mayday gay
Which I broke that same August
And moved on
And my personal orgasms
And my money
Putting me down
Gossiping fools
And my smoking
And other ridiculous things
My heart at least it sings
Oh god I say
Just Go away
When you're supposed to be a general
Fighting the war
I may as well go instead
Now the enemy is in my bed
A rose, is a rose, is a rose
God knows
Why he follows me around
Like a wild beast
Spreading stuff around
That you shouldn't repeat
Get the fuck out
Of the drivers seat
Before you
Kill us all
Driving us insane
Hey that's my name
There's other people
That feel the same
You're not doing this anymore
It's my body
In the name of the law
There's no way
It's my life
Not yours
I'm going to do what I like
Seeing the gays do
Then I can too
Fuckin misogynist cunts
With no respect for anyone
I'm going to live all my life
I'm might decide to have a baby
When I'm eighty
If I can find a straighty
Who doesn't date rape me
And then punish me, acting  like Arabs
It's not 1203
It's none of your business
It's just all your pissness
You all sent thistles
instead of letters
Treating me like a Norma Jean
 Making me write a mistake
In my letters to the Queen
I won't forgive you
You're doing me harm
I've got nothing to thank you for
Not at all
Blocking my way
Every single time
Trying to do murder
Any way you can
You're the ones who belong
In the can








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