The Stars Come Out May the stars of your childhood, tinkle so bright And the promise of love, hold you tonight Let the thought train pass, just chill on the verge For the midnight is yours, and so is the earth

The Destitute Sock Upon the floor I lay there crumpled scrunched into a ball The carpet dust it duly parted as it broke my fall A quick glimpse of a hairy navel, quicker than a whizz Catching rays on the bedroom floor Covered in casual jizz

An Ode To Jibba Jabba Around and round in circles, 360 degrees, my mind it talky horse shit....my defect disagrees. It's jibbba jabba 101, many brothers it shall please Entertained by flatulence and munchy on da cheese! Cometh the hour is what one one said, whilst writing out a jam Cometh the tool of lust my son, for which I am the man None too wise a sausage jockey, oh to have much fun, Who's staring at the Eros statue with a sticky plum. Knuckles glazed like doughnuts, fresh from the bakers shop It appears my subliminal wordsmithery can leave you thinking "WHAT!" Plausible risky double entendres, ebbing to and fro 70' sideburns, whacka guitar and darling here we go!

Insomnia One foot on the throttle and one on the brake. I want to hog the midnight cake. Burn myself out, seeking self fame, wake up in 4 hours and do it again.

Meeting Old Friends I bumped into my mate from school days last week and asked him how he's doing. "I prepare meals for drunks, drug addicts and hobos" "Oh so you work at a charity shelter then? " "No I'm head chef at the local Wetherspoons"