105. Myxomatosis

Myxomatosis
You should glow on this.
Cotton tailed rabbits
With the flow they will die on this
Killer infection
And dance to the resurrection
The staple of control
It'll all be managable.

European rodents are the
Most perturbed
But it'll all be managable
Sylvilagus
Hangs in skin tumors.
The lucky breed.
Don't confuse with Pasteurellosis
They'll need antibiotics

Yet they stave and fight
They know what's right
Chemical engineering
On the unconflicting...

Abscess'
They are in trances
The cotton tailed fallacy
They shall survive
yet live in toil and strife
The world shall decree that
The rabbits are in misery
And live and die by treatment.

Sexual organs can be done for
For the love of rabbits is a forgone cause
And the loves and life of one whole rabbit
Can be mistreated as a false habbit
The dreams of the rodent
Can be abodant
And yet they shall survive
In the rabbits paradise.

Yet they stave and fight
They know what's right
Chemical engineering
On the unconflicting...

Euthanaisa,
I forgave ye.
The treatment is of no longer use
To the rodent non abused.
Follow up care
On the damned hare
Shall invoke
A saviour masterstroke.

Yet they stave and fight
They know what's right
Chemical engineering
On the unconflicting...

104. My Life

The dreams of the modern man
Fall away with the sand.
What is it to declare a new stance?

If I we so choose to be ourselves
What risk of living on the shelves?
If you disagree, then go to hell.

This is my life, and I'll live the way I want
My life is a jolly old jaunt
Through the remains
Of what I can salvage.
Everybody's life can be
That lil' bit savage.

The velvet sky that you portray
Is that of a man too long
Too have come of age.

The angels and demons in my head
Won't rest till I've stated.
That all mean are equal of our own hatred.

This is my life, and I'll live the way I want
My life is a jolly old jaunt
Through the remains
Of what I can salvage.
Everybody's life can be
That lil' bit savage.

The dreams' now on the water
Of the good old Liffey
Forgive me looking at you, if I get a stiffy.

The look of you now represents that old love
Of teenage lust
I just that mine were smaller, and your bigger, in the bust.

This is my life, and I'll live the way I want
My life is a jolly old jaunt
Through the remains
Of what I can salvage.
Everybody's life can be
That lil' bit savage.

So that's the end, my old friend.
We'll live and die to the natural end.
For want of better words.

103. My Clogs

Hello,
Is it me your looking for?
The Iranian Clog Dancer
Tapping on your floor....

Windows are sound
But they are not quite
As round
As my clogs....

And that northern ponce
Who thinks He's Lord Alfonse
Will never tear me away
From my clogs (My Clogs)

Wooooah from my clogs (My Clogs)
Not from my Clogs....

You should learn
Immediately, and truley
Of the real meaning of
BOGOF

BOGOF will never be
All the sales you'll see
Like you do
With My clogs (My clogs)

Whooooah My clogs (My clogs).

Dilligaf is the new one to learn,
So promote it to age concern,
For your perma-Tanned Boss
Will never ever feel the passion......

Of My Clogs...

My Iranian Musical Wooden Clogs (Not PVC)
My Clogs (I like to rest my feet)
Wooden-tapping bespoke fine clogs (Fine Clogs)
I don't worship your god...

When I'll always have my clogs.....

102. Mother Earth Afterbirth

From the Mother Earth
Comes her afterbirth;
The world shall grow.

And the aging child of time
Gave us satellites
Just so we could see.

The dreamers that had no soul
Never saw the goal
Though they still believed.

Manipulation of the terrified station
Leads us to
True imagination.
If you fail in life, You are felled in strife
Lead yourself
To pure procreation.
Dreaming of a better day so you can subside the pain
You should look back
Only through this
You realise that your mind is empty
And your heart filled with
Envy, pain and is amiss.
Of all that you need.

The thinkers of this land
Lead you by the hand
So you can only see

Through your mind's eye
Though it's oh so tired;
You know you must believe.

And when you reach your place;
You know your open face
Will simply hide away for years.

The greater plain
Could never save
The beasts for which it nurtured.

From the smallest ant
To the great Tyrants
They all live and die in it's orchard.

But when you think in rest
When you are but dead
You know it's the only the death of another daughter.

Manipulation of the terrified station
Leads us to
True imagination.
If you fail in life, You are felled in strife
Lead yourself
To pure procreation.
Dreaming of a better day so you can subside the pain
You should look back
Only through this
You realise that your mind is empty
And your heart filled with
Envy, pain and is amiss.
Of all that you need.

101. Mom's Song

So this is the end...
The end of time.
This is the end...
So don't ask why...

You taught me to live and love
As best you could.
You taught me to think
Beyond and above.
So little over 5 months now.
I still think about it all.
Still wondering how
I can continue. Life is boring.

It has been for so long.
We miss you.
But we'll keep moving on.
We loved you.
And we still do.

So this is the end...
The end of time.
This is the end...
So don't ask why...

Holding my head down low,
I feel it's time
For me to let you go.
But not for a final farewell
That shall last an eternity.
For we all think differently.
And this is simply
My own story.

It has been for so long.
We miss you.
But we'll keep moving on.
We loved you.
And we still do.

I'll stay strong.
I promise you that.
Forgive the weakness
Enveloping myself.
We all struggle
I presume you knew this.
Up until
The weakness hit yourself.

It has been for so long.
We miss you.
But we'll keep moving on.
We loved you.
And we still do.

So this is the end...
The end of time.
This is the end...
So don't ask why...

100. Mixed Up Sayings

Dancing from the Chandelier
Swinging on the floor
Provides me with the
Penultimate chore.

For you seeeeeeeeeeeee.
The less I fall the more I stumble
The more I stumble
The less I learn.

The lessons learnt are that of cynicysm.
I lived too much in voyerism.

Holding onto a shot in the heart
Hurting from one in the hand
Rattles me from the start.
Develop dread - read into the next.

For you seeeeeeeeeeeee.
The less I fall the more I stumble
The more I stumble
The less I learn.

The lessons learnt are that of cynicysm.
I lived too much in voyerism.

As far as that
I didn't quite catch what the eye can see
Leaning into apologetic stance
Come now, it's time to take that chance.

99. Minor Majority

 You say that you wanna slowly come down
From the self - proclaimed clowns
The dreams that we both had were that on
The minor majority
Shit happens - it brings us down.

The live - in life of the Gateacre
Means less that the singular other
Two eggs gone
And another life is torn
Yet we all just move on.

For to prove
My love to you
For to prove
My love to you.

You tell me all that shit
Well to you, that was a minor hit

For to prove
My love to you
For to prove
My love to you.

Was but a minor thing,
But to agree is discipline.

For to prove
My love to you
For to prove
My love to you.