Hey I know you/ya’ll done thought I forgot about my beautiful collections of brain shits on this here website but truth is I been busier than the Devil on valentines day and I aint written a damn thing but what I had to as dictated by my responsibilities. I had a spare Ima say fifteen minutes cos I done better on my work than I thought I would so I knocked you up a lil poem to show that I aint forgotten and promise that Ima put some more regular bits of me up soon when I get some damn peace and quiet. Here’s a little poem about one of my favourite/least favourite albums depending on what period of Hystorye we are in (Time is a wave not a particle).
The Bends
Hey, let me slip
on the memories of arseholes past.
Let my self-pity puddle
so I can slurp it up like a mongrel dog.
I will guitar solo my woes
into high percentage tears,
and relax my weary bones
into a depression hoodie
the size of my
sad, little world.
Boo-hoo, I say.
Boo-hoo.
I don’t have time
for Radiohead.
Skydekkerix 