Conglomeration of Poetry

Clowns



Dreary deary don’t be so down

In times like these all you need is a clown

Dress him up in funny clothes

Then shoot him down before he goes



Puppet Men



Little puppet men with sticks and stones

They come at night to break your bones

When they snap and then you scream

They’ll all be happy when they dream



Untitled Love Song



Why’re ya sat there cryin’ baby,

Curled up on the floor?

I couldn’t hear ya screamin’ baby I was beating up your whore!



I meant to stop her whining baby,

Couldn’t take it anymore!

I didn’t mean to do it baby, spill her blood all on the floor!



She just wouldn’t stop ‘er screamin’ baby,

Just kept askin’ fer no more

In the end I lost it baby, said I couldn’t take it anymore!



I just raised the gun towards her baby,

Then I fell down to the floor,

Why’d ya have to do it baby?

I was yours and nothing more