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Ode To John Cooper-Clarke - NEW
Castrated - NEW
Woman
Boy Out Of Time
Ode To John Cooper-Clarke
I’m sorry for being a c*nt
For always being the brunt
of something that I shouldn’t
for seeming as though I confront
I’m sorry to appear so blunt
Sorry for being a c*nt
I’m sorry for being a tw*t
And, a big one at that!
For making you feel so flat
and walking on you like a mat
I’m sorry for being a rat
Sorry for being a tw*t
Castrated
Is time to tell the nation
about my ‘castration’,
and the one who held me back?
Or, maybe I should halt this attack?
But, I think the time is right
The time is right to write
of how I was halted
the true me assaulted
Not able to be who I was
or, who I wanted to be
Thinking it was love
Then plodding
along
aimlessly
for what seemed a lifetime
What seemed a lifetime
resulting in depression
at the merest suggestion
And, being dragged further down
Down
Thinking I would never get out
however much I’d scream and shout
“Let me out!”
“Pull me out! “
“Drag me out! “
of this bottomless pit
The drugs did work
Sometimes I still peer over the precipice
but I don’t fall anymore
Now I have someone I adore
and she adores me.
Woman
I can hardly express
my thoughts of worship and of thankfulness.
I can hardly contain
the way you make me smile again and again.
You don’t have to say you love me,
though it would make me feel much better.
You don’t have to say you love me,
though I wish you would.
Boy Out Of Time
Dear, dear God, please let me die tonight,
this isn’t my world,
I don’t belong here.
I’m a boy born out of time.
Dear, dear God, please understand my cry,
because, nobody loves me,
no-one sees me.
I’m a boy born out of time
Dear, dear God, please let me die in my sleep,
and this pointless life can end,
and I can smile beneath my sheets
Dear, dear God, is it really a crime
for any atheist to want things from you?
Please take me back to my time.
