Love and pain
Hate and gain
Let it out!
Shout
Stop!
Right there
You know despair
But let it rest
You bloody pest
Time…
Days go on.
But have they shone
Light on the truth?
Come on you bloody poof
Wicked sentiments
Still misunderstandings
I feel you!
It is true
But wicked moments
My blood thirst imagination
Let’s look to the nation?
Some do not sense as much as others
People assume
And make covers
But all is well
Because at large there is good
But would or should?
Alas people suffer
A drink I would rather
Swallow
Because I know
Your there
I swear
Now it’s the freak.
The tranny
At the brink
Of sexual deviation
Let’s look to out nation
Patriotism
Yes I’m all over the place
But plot is in place
And again I rummage through memories
Drink alcohol my remedy
Help is needed
Support is there
I’m wanky on so I dare say I’m rare
But so is everyone one of you.
But I can only relate to a few
Every other thing seems to be
An imagination a projection.
Stop right there!
I’ve come to a dead end
What I wanted to say was that in our world there are so many worlds
And people still assume
The gift is my saviour and my doom
But alas at least I know
People have faults but nature has its own
way
And God heaven forbid the concept
Rides people to some sort of moral code
The deliverance in words
Of people.
Yet still beliefs hold
Cryptic I know
Another fool hits the ground.
Can he be found
Shame
But then assumptions leash
And arrogance swirls
But denial is at place
A lesson for another day.
And to that I say
Goodnight
– Garry O’Connor
