tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88434727501522665482023-11-15T05:42:54.501-08:00Ginger Jesus Jnr.Steerpikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16893234361556732349noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843472750152266548.post-24949828473678542762013-07-04T04:29:00.002-07:002013-07-04T04:38:52.881-07:00Heard It All BeforeStop me if you think you've heard this one before,<br />
Got a girlfriend in a coma and heaven knows I'm miserable now,
<br />
They say say hers is a light that will never go out,
<br />
But I'm meeting her at the cemetry gates.<br />
<br />
Last night I dreamt that somebody loved me,
<br />
But I never had no one ever.<br />
<br />
What difference does it make if big mouth has struck again?
<br />
I never cheated on Shakespeare's sister.
<br />
<br />
Don't panic. <br />
The boy only had a thorn in his side.
<br />
William, It was really nothing.
<br />
<br />
Ask if we can reel around the fountain with this charming man.<br />
<br />
Sheila tried to take a bow. <br />
But she started something she couldn't finish.
<br />
But some girls are bigger than others.
<br />
<br />
There's a vicar in a tutu.
<br />
But that joke isn't funny anymore.
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I know it's over...Steerpikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16893234361556732349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843472750152266548.post-17874056900989550222011-10-02T16:15:00.000-07:002012-06-04T06:19:30.189-07:00Pebble BeachI'd love to cast away these cynical eyes,
To allow them to drift away on high tides.
To demolish then reconstruct these sacred shrines,
To worship then deny these false idols.
To set sail for brighter Brighton times,
To free ourselves from our shipwrecked lives.
Never to moor upon strangers' minds,
Never to drown in these crashing tides.Steerpikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16893234361556732349noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843472750152266548.post-17463334916768668932011-01-06T14:48:00.000-08:002011-01-06T14:49:04.179-08:00The Doe In The CornfieldThe doe in the cornfield is pure against the darker skies,<br />
The snow covers the fields in a blanket of gorgeous innocence,<br />
The mist hangs over as a shadow of symmetry,<br />
<br />
The doe in the cornfield is as powerful as the dawn, as weak as the night and as inspiring as the morn.<br />
The doe is as shocking as a nightmare and tender as a dream<br />
<br />
For the scene is forever silent, constantly uncorrupted,<br />
The doe in the cornfield is the mother of life,<br />
The beauty is everlasting in this eternal winter.Steerpikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16893234361556732349noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843472750152266548.post-13043166541578421712010-11-29T14:22:00.000-08:002010-11-29T14:22:36.935-08:00Godiva's TownWhere the fuck are you?!<br />
Where the fucking hell are you?!<br />
I'm standing here in the freezing cold,<br />
chaining my lungs out ans stomping my feet.<br />
<br />
Where the fuck are you?!<br />
Where the fucking?! Fuck are you?!<br />
I've been waiting twenty minutes and I've thrown away the receipt.<br />
<br />
For fucks sake!<br />
Where the fuck are you?!<br />
Where the fucking hell are you?!<br />
I've been stood up in the arctic blizzard<br />
Abandoned in Godiva's town.Steerpikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16893234361556732349noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843472750152266548.post-79763280597602261552010-11-21T15:16:00.000-08:002010-11-23T14:12:58.621-08:00Getting OnSaw your number stuck in a telephone box<br />
Called you up as the card said you love sucking cocks<br />
Mature and experienced was wat I was looking for<br />
Not sags and bags and a buss pass<br />
<br />
5 for a cuddle<br />
10 for a handjob<br />
20 for a bj<br />
and 50 for all the way<br />
<br />
Whips and chains and varicose veins<br />
and unsavoury trouser stains<br />
Whips and chains and varicose veins<br />
and unsavoury trouser stains<br />
a glass eye and dentures and severe back pains<br />
Whips and chains and varicose veins<br />
and unsavoury trouser stains<br />
a glass eye and dentures and severe back pains<br />
and a small pension and a flacid phallus<br />
These whips, chains and varicose veinsSteerpikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16893234361556732349noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843472750152266548.post-31844336708265380522010-04-15T11:44:00.000-07:002010-04-15T11:44:41.015-07:00AUODFCKEGYou can't say fuck on Countdown.<br />
There'd be public outrage,<br />
Old biddy's erratically scribbling angry letters due to the picture that couldn't be erased.<br />
<br />
You can't say fuck on Countdown.<br />
Society would collapse,<br />
There'd be riots on the streets and the knights would be called to arms.<br />
<br />
You can't say fuck on Countdown.<br />
Curse words would lose all meaning,<br />
To say fuck cunt cunt or nigger,<br />
Would be attributed as idle twitter.<br />
<br />
You can't say fuck on Countdown,<br />
Its' all down to that bastard Brown's broken Britain.<br />
<br />
To say fuck on Countdown is to fuck God.Steerpikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16893234361556732349noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843472750152266548.post-76700509104692629652010-02-24T05:55:00.000-08:002010-02-24T05:55:27.404-08:00Writer's BlockThe writer has hit a dead end,<br />
His brain is numb,<br />
His hands are bound,<br />
His spirit is broken,<br />
His mind is blank,<br />
His inspiration has run dry,<br />
His gift is fried.<br />
<br />
The writer has lost his muse<br />
Without her he's redudant,<br />
He's a silent observer<br />
He's a social commentator with a blind eye,<br />
He's an attentive listener with deaf ears,<br />
A hopeless loner with dead peers.<br />
<br />
Unable to write the poet contemplates sucide.<br />
To be treasured when he was living,<br />
To be idolised in the afterlife.<br />
<br />
But the writer cannot decide,<br />
To figure out what to to write,<br />
On his tombstone.<br />
Ergo writer's block means illogical sucide.<br />
<br />
Here lies Steerpike....Steerpikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16893234361556732349noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843472750152266548.post-6505676829174635252010-02-05T04:16:00.001-08:002010-02-05T04:20:01.275-08:00PigYou are the agent of a bastard society.<br />You are the pawn of an ill-informed government.<br />You are the death angel of an intolerant minister.<br />You are the merciless executioner of a corrupt judiciary.<br />You are the mercenary of a flawed legislature.<br /><br />You are menace and should be armed with a foam truncheon<br />You are a dumb, deaf and blind soldier with an itchy trigger finger.<br /><br />When you remove that uniform.<br />Your still the same.<br />Trotters and all.<br />Curly tail between your legs.<br />You officer are a pig!Steerpikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16893234361556732349noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843472750152266548.post-70534097626629300332010-01-29T05:30:00.000-08:002010-01-29T05:38:16.175-08:00ThirstI am a desperate man,<br />I am Desperate Dan<br /><br />I am a fool in love,<br />I am a jealous bastard<br /><br />I am a short temper and a blow to the head,<br />But I am a coward<br /><br />I am purity,<br />I am a pervert<br /><br />I am honesty,<br />I am truth<br /><br />I am deceit an illusion of what I am,<br />I will show no mercy, I will make it bleed.<br /><br />I am ruthless,<br />But I still have my youth<br /><br />As a poet I will drink their tears,<br />I will swallow their praise<br />I will devour their entities<br />I will bask in their unadulterated adorationSteerpikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16893234361556732349noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843472750152266548.post-69369839415387132292010-01-29T05:20:00.000-08:002010-01-31T07:07:35.463-08:00Poet In InfancyI am Byron's arrogance<br />I am Hughes' brutality<br />I am Wordsworth's beauty<br />I am Hardy's humanity<br />I am Skelton's faith<br />I am Spenser's reason<br />I am Duffy's oppression<br />I am Keats' romance<br />I am Tennyson's courage<br />I am Yeats' patriotism<br />I am Heaney's militancy<br />And I am Dylan's rhythm<br /><br />But, for I am just an infant learning to crawlSteerpikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16893234361556732349noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843472750152266548.post-85823829043128450172009-12-15T04:10:00.000-08:002010-01-31T07:04:49.311-08:00Berry Rec.I'll be your doormat, I'll be your rug.<br />I'll be your dogsbody, I'll be your mug.<br /><br />I'll be your handyman, your slave of all trades.<br />I'll be your obedient bitch on mininum wage.Steerpikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16893234361556732349noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843472750152266548.post-34434916502312808132009-12-09T06:07:00.000-08:002010-01-31T07:11:40.151-08:00North/South DivisionI wish I was born a Northerner,<br />Bursting out of the womb wearing a cloth cap.<br />Firmly grasping a pint o' bitter, roll-up in my mouth.<br /><br />I wish I was born a Northerner,<br />Down't pit wit' pick axe in my hand,<br />Work thirty hour days and then collapse exhausted.<br /><br />I wish I was born a Northerner,<br />I'd wear my heart on my sleeve,<br />I'd of been close to the theatre of dreams.<br />Red and black scarf round my neck.<br />Hollering as I drew the sonic rapier from its sheath.<br /><br />I wish I was born a Northerner,<br />I'd have socialised with the elite,<br />Drinking from the lyrical fountain of Ryder, Morrissey, Lawrence and Hughes.<br /><br />I wish I was born a Northerner,<br />Cos the South is full o' clowns,<br />Scenesters, shisters, shallow bastards<br />Cunts that'd sell you out for half an ounce.Steerpikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16893234361556732349noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843472750152266548.post-13731484472068566482009-11-23T06:50:00.000-08:002009-11-23T07:06:33.889-08:00A Typical Saturday Night For Jimmy JenkinsPour me a pint of you're finest amber, mass-produced piss poison.<br />A large glass of red and a vintage whiskey<br />Four long shots, kick de bucket<br /><br />This establishment is littered with hard livers, with hard livers.<br />Here even the poets, musicians, authors, and romantics are shrunken to drunken louts.<br /><br />The dimwit enters with a shark on a lead,<br />The master is canine. Loyal as fuck, thick as shit<br />The whore on his arm is over 6ft tall. <br />Due to the six inch heels that'd crush your balls.<br /><br />Out in the car park Jimmy J is surrounded by a carnival of wolves.<br />All wanting to dance and howl in the pale moonlight.<br />He raises his fists and tries to scare the animals off.<br />But, these beasts are riot starters, twisted riot starters.<br />Slapped by a Grizzly! Sacked by a Weasel!<br /><br />As JJ arrives home battered black and blue,<br />He takes out a magic marker and goes dot-to-dot from cigarette burn, to cigarette burn.<br />He falls into a deep slumber.<br /><br />All in the spirit of a typical Saturday night for Jimmy JenkinsSteerpikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16893234361556732349noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843472750152266548.post-25751698388880150442009-11-23T05:55:00.000-08:002009-11-23T05:59:10.899-08:002 Bottles of Red and a Leather Couch (Feat K. Norman)Sipping Red and sitting on leather,<br />Carnal thoughts that can't be tethered.<br />All I need is a piano,<br />Behind these keys is a lust that will always be desired.<br /><br />Through deserts and woods hope will be acquired,<br />Though in this moment passion can not be denied.<br /><br />But, wading through the thick fog passion did lieSteerpikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16893234361556732349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843472750152266548.post-33911472352646209852009-11-23T04:50:00.000-08:002009-11-23T04:52:34.682-08:00The Plight of the JobseekerStuck in a queue anticipating judgement.<br />Waiting in the cold for a tuppence payout.<br />Dreams were doomed in such a short time.<br />The loaf is thinly sliced on this non-breadline.<br /><br />The plight of the jobseekerSteerpikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16893234361556732349noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843472750152266548.post-77020793258926576852009-11-23T04:46:00.000-08:002009-11-23T04:49:24.067-08:00Orchard, EnglandAs I look over this sacred orchard,<br />Skylarks sing and fruits ripen.<br /><br />Over majestic greenery apples are uncorrupted,<br />As there is great peace and enlightenment in solitude.<br /><br />There is no serpent to poison the sweet fruits of my labour.<br />For this is Eden, this is EnglandSteerpikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16893234361556732349noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843472750152266548.post-38457346232450882522009-11-23T04:37:00.000-08:002009-11-23T04:46:03.146-08:008 Gig Plastic PrisonTrapped in a pocket-sized plastic prison<br />Suroounded by martyrs of musics past<br /><br />Strummer passes the joint to Morrison, who smokes it til the last.<br />The man in the mirror, psychotic, looks at his reflection in the glass<br /><br />A floppy haired Gabriel remarks "There'd be more space in one of these empty shotgun shells"!<br />As Jimi hits an earth shattering chord his throat swells.<br /><br />Buckley drowns in a shallow river bed<br />Within this black cell cell all heroes are dead.<br /><br />Because incarcerated in the 8GB plastic prison all are deceased.<br /><br />Legends are no more, mono audio also.<br />In the kingdom of vinyls stereo and miniscule Mp3's are King.Steerpikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16893234361556732349noreply@blogger.com2