The Wall The day the wall fell down, it wasn't a surprise I'd maintained it for so long, but had seen the failing ties I'd propped them up so many times, a temporary fix To keep my fortress safe from love , to save my heart from tricks And the mortar in the walls, guaranteed against the rain Love resistant, my insistence, to defy the lovers pain But I need to seek a refund, I want my money back For the walls that held my heart so long, have crumbled at your attack What was your master strategy, what weapons were deployed That swept away the barricades, saw years of fear destroyed The terms of my surrender, reveal the reason why You promised me your heart, until the day you die

D.I.Y....F.S With his brushes cleaned and ready, he embarks upon his task He surveys the blank white canvas, but one question he must ask This job it would be hard enough, but he so sincerely wished He'd not spent the night before it , drinking vodka, getting pissed So he stares in blank denial, of which paint he is to use His glare so fixed upon her, but no signal from his muse He realises he must say it, so to find out where he's at "So Claire my love please tell me, is it satin, is it matte?" She rolls her eyes frustrated and casts a withering look An initial pang of drinkers guilt, but he then thinks "What the fuck!" With a pounding head repeating, stabbing needles he is feeling And the last thing that he needs today, is to paint this fucking ceiling So he lifts the paint tray swiftly, from its place atop the ladder And smashed it on her ungrateful head, with such a sickening clatter And the last thing that she thought, as her head hit the bookshelf Was if you want a job doing right, then do it your fucking self

What Is This Reality? The late evening news Full of such sick brutality That it makes me consider What is this reality? Our Brains hidden deep In a dark skull shaped cavity Electric impulses only What is this reality? So we search at the Quantum To understand gravity Bring us closer to knowing What is this reality? Or Is God sat on high With his own set morality Maybe he even questions What is this reality? Cos when the light to my brain Feeds me so much depravity Then I ask you my friends What is this? Reality?

Angry Oh God, yes I'm angry, what else can I be? When we live in a world just unjust as could be Where the common resources, Mother Earth to us lent Are held in the grasp of the elite one percent Where children die of famine, and are buried each day While the rich gorge and scoff down their fillet mignonette And young women and men , give their #life for a cause Created for wealth gain by fat greedy bores And what are we doing, we mass, classless throng? We sit on our hands as if nothing is wrong No incredulous outrage, no revolutionary way Just a shrug of our shoulders and a mumbling "Meh" And together we all sleepwalk, to our inevitable doom 'Til the Rothchilds and Getty's, decide there's no room For then will we see, the true final determination To manage the populous, through mass extermination And I know you may throw the word, conspiracy my way But a theories only theoretical, til it comes true one day So God, yes I am angry, and you should be too Because if we all don't get angry, then people we're screwed

Hard Times If I didn't know better, I'd have thought you had gone When you walked out the door with your Mackintosh on If I didn't know better I'd have guessed that you'd left But you wouldn't, you couldn't, leave me alone and bereft If I didn't know better I'd have thought that the letter You left was goodbye , but of course I know better If I didn't know better, I'd have sworn that your suits Had disappeared from the closet, along with your boots If I didn't know better, then the ring on the table Was yours, but it can't be, you're surely not able To throw away 20 years, like an old worn out sweater But then again I'd have known, If I'd known you better