He’s watching me watching you watching him watching me watching him watching.

Who would be a poor man, a beggar man, a thief, if he held a rich man in his hand?

Who the hell can he be? He’s never had V.D.

Too many temples where we could worship the beast.

In your pomp and all your glory, you’re a poorer man than me.

Her legs went on forever, like staring at infinity through a wisp of cotton panty along a skin of satin sea.

You set your wealth in Godly deeds against the seeds you’ve laid.

She’s a nice girl, but her bad girl’s better.

In the beginning Man created God; and in the image of Man created he him.

The legends lie cradled in the seagulls call, and the promise they made are ground beneath the sadist’s fall.

Too many heroes stepping on too many toes, too many yes-men nodding when they really mean no.

Bring me a wheel of oaken wood A rein of polished leather A Heavy Horse and a tumbling sky Brewing heavy weather.

Lend me your ear, while I call you a fool.

The doer and the thinker, no allowances for the other, as the failing light illuminates the mercenaries creed.

I came across Mother Goose, so I turned her loose, she was screaming.

The poet lifts his pen as the soldier sheaths his sword.

Everyone is from somewhere, even if you’ve never been there.

Everyone’s saved, we’re in the grave. See you there for afternoon tea.

Another tea-time, another day older.

I’ve tried my best to love you all, all you hypocrites and whores with your eyes on each other and locks on your doors.

I’ll pour a cup to you my darling, raise it up, say Cheerio.

The excrement bubbles, the century slime decays, and the brainwashing government lackeys would have us say it’s under control.

Snot is running down his nose, greasy fingers, smearing shabby clothes.

Be sure to leave your underpants with someone you can trust.

The Christmas spirit is not what you drink.

You were bred for humanity and sold to society. One day you’ll wake up in the present day, a million generations removed from the expectations of being who you really want to be.

I don’t think music should be easy to listen to, I think music of all kinds should require an effort for everyone involved.

I’ll make love to you in all good places, under black mountains and open spaces.

Sand castle virtues are all swept away, in the tidal destruction, the moral melee.

How can you laugh when your mother’s hungry? How can you smile when the reasons for smiling are wrong?

A sweetly scented angel fell, she laid her head upon my disbelief, and battled with me with her ever smile.

Join the crazed institution of the stars.

He hears the silence howling catches angels as they fall, and the all time winner has got him by the fun.

My words are a whisper, your deafness a shout.

Give us Direction; the best of goodwill; Put us in touch with fair winds. Sing to us softly, hum the evening’s song. Tell us what the blacksmith has done for you.

He is the God of nothing, if that is all you can see. He is the God of everything, he’s inside you and me.

She’s a warm fart at Christmas.

Your sperm’s in the gutter, your love’s in the sink.

Hold your head up to the gun of a million cathode ray tubes aired at your tiny skull.

Jump up, look around, find yourself some fun. No sense in sitting there hating everyone.

To tell the truth, I’d scare me too.

I don’t know about carry out, but you can carry me off to bed.

Take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars.

Sitting on a park bench, eyeing up little girls with bad intent.