Sunday 6 December 2009

The Ballad of Robson Green

I am watching the tv
Robson Green is a cop.
There is a man pointing a gun at Robson’s head
But Robson isn’t scared
He is calling the man a coward.
I am fearing for Robson’s life
The man might shoot him in the face.
But I am not so scared
I read the other day
That Robson has signed up for a new series
Unless they plan to do something shit
like make him come back as a ghost
Robson Green will live.
But then the window smashes
as a cop fires a bullet through it
And the man’s head explodes
And his brains splatter all over Robson’s face.
What an ending
What a great fucking show.
I CAN’T WAIT FOR THE SECOND SERIES.

Saturday 5 December 2009

When I Am In Da Club

With every grimace of pain
And reddening of skin, as blood.
Flows in to localised areas of
My arms and my chest and my legs.
I hold in my head, a dream of days
When I will decend from the ceiling
Into your line of vision
Like a pseudo 50 Cent
And though I know what you will see.
I wonder what you will look like
And indeed under what circumstances
Such a situation could come to be.