Penance

Well I don’t have much to give,
but take it with my blessing.
Strangle love I need to live,
choke the lies that I’m confessing.

I’m a sinner, please forgive me,
for I know what I have done.
Vent your fury as it should be,
I am history and gone.

Futile reasons don’t exist,
I wont hide ‘neath pointless lies.
Nor the truth will I resist,
that’s reflected in your eyes.

This is my eternity,
a fitting lifetime sentence.
Purgatory the prize,
repenting as my penance.

All roads have lead to here.

Those without life’s earnest pain,
love eludes their barren lives,
every path we ever trod;
our fate, conclusion nears.

Hollow months spent to fix,
precious love never lost.
a paradox of truth;
lamentable futility.

Neath shimmering winter scene
the Forest of Bowland awaits
bearing reverent testimony,
to sincerity and love.

Fulfilment to embrace
realisation of dreams,
beginning of a journey,
all roads have lead to here.

Published in the Mudhutter Football Express October 2010

The sexual awakening of fatty

Two big fatties
shagging in the park,
is it any wonder
the kids all laugh and bark?

Eat more cake
and scoff that pie,
"it's my glands you know"
well that's a lie.

One bowed bench
groans beneath the weight,
what a crushing end
for you my wooden mate.

All of our taxes
paying for the fact,
you'll eat yourself to death
'cause you're too fucking fat.

Published in the Mudhutter Football Express October 2010