Oh, I’m Sorry




Oh, I’m sorry
Did you expect me to behave
Who do you think I am
Controlled along your radio waves
But I’m not that easily handled
I’m a pretty stubborn kind of guy
& subject to many whims of fancy
Living this life on the fly
I refuse outright to be your stooge
Or carryout all that you have planned
Understand, I’m devoid of rational thought
I’m immature; I’m the Pan


We Want To Be Original, But We’re Stuck

We want to be original, but we’re stuck
Lost in a world where it’s cool to ‘not give a fuck’
But I don’t want to hand down a society devoid
My children deserve more than the lazy & easily annoyed
We need to change our hearts back to something pure
To believe in love, magic & Pixie Dust – I’m sure
The end will be here too soon one of these days
Together, we must show the light & the possible way

Devoid Of Personality


Devoid of personality
Lacking in your domestic duties
But worse still
Ignoring your wife’s shapely booty
I just don’t understand
A queue for your chores
She’ll come wanting
The role of someone’s housewhore
Now, don’t you fret
I’m not going to step on toes
You still have opportunity
To provide all her throes

*previously posted on former blog