RIBA RAGE
Work and Hospital, a two pronged attack
social injustice, no longer the knack
i can feel this emotion deep inside
supressing the feeling, no longer can hide.
am sat at this computer, off sick again today
but work colleagues ringing, answer for pay
this feeling is burning, like gavisconesqe pain
its coming to the surface, think its going to rain
The fxxxxxg little shits, JUST LEAVE ME ALONE
cant you see im in bed ON MY RIBA THRONE
Fxxx OFF YOU BASTARDS, JUST GO BURN IN HELL
DEVIL FORKS UP THE ARSE AND YOUR SOUL TO SELL!
The boss he is there, like a constant throb
just hit out and feel my fist in your gob
hospital dont do a half way PCR
FEEL LIKE RUNNING THEM OVER IN MY GORGEOUS MOTOR CAR!
So when will this pass this feeling of rage
ive heard herbals work, rosemary, clary and sage
JUST THROWN CUSHIONS AROUND MY BEDROOM
LEARNED NOT SO THROW HARD THINGS, THEY COMEBACK TOO SOON.
So this redness, this greyness, this Fxxxxxx MAROON
this rage will not settle, i know im not a loon
FOR GITS SAKE THE WORLD CAN JUST TURN ROUND ONCE MORE
As i grab my bosses throat, and increase the pressure some more.
hugz lewis xxx
love and light, strength and MIGHT
the train, was chuffing up the hill
the trail of steam made it look ill
the dark tunnel came from round the bend
depression and illness my mind will send
the light the love, the strength the might
the train went in out of sight
came out the tunnel into the light
the light the love the strength the might
A fairy came with magic wand
from shropshire hills the light the love a special bond
The train fell level no more hill
, green feilds and water, from fairy sheilds
It rested at the station, long
untill the time table sang its song
the steam blew out, the wheels turned
and off up the hill the engine churned
the love the light the fairy gave
caused a rest, its sanity saved
so up the hill the engine ran
its steam restored, it will it can.
hugz lewis xx
OTHER HEPPERS RIBA RAGE
the sky did darken, the birds took flight
brimstone fell, and god took fright
cos facing up the bell going bong
first round fight so right but so wrong
its stells and jon boy punch and block
the snipers tongue, flicks and locks
this magnamic tussle of mammoth gods
its zeus and idepus the little sods!
Written in the skys this titanic clash
who will win or scratch my rash!
the battle commences the colluseum falls
for its jonboy and stells,
god theyve got balls"!
hugz lewis
FOR CHRISSY
As the sun rises over the craggy rock face
the smugglers hear an atherial noise
is it the crashing of the cornish waves
as they listen and smell and poise.
They wait in antisipation, there breath moist on the air
Theres a flicker a whizz and a mischaevios cackle
they lunge back feet wet, and stare!
golden light, like flickering medalions
a cornish treasure to behold
its worth more than the leprechauns, or the pot of gold
theres a whizz in the ear, their hair stands on end
a thousand sniggers and such,
its the queen of the pixies
and smugglers beware' for theres nothing to be done
well not much!
For all rages and anger and bad deeds, disipate from the smugglers minds
In stead they think of carrott cake, or mischaevous chocolate finds.
They rush out the cave with their loot far behind,
their minds in a stupor and grind,
for now its an obsession, a task, a quest
for a police uniform they must find!
So this is for that cornish delicacy, so very special and rare
Its the light of that golden flicker that brings you back to care
Policeman up and down the land will warn you of her tricks
she will take photos of you in the bath, for its how she gets her kicks.
So heppers one and all tonight sleep soundly in your beds
for derby brings that flickering light ,
of the pixie doing her thing
its that gorgeous mind and naughty glint, that chrissy she will bring.
