I know you’re concerned
As you see me limp by
But I’ll be all right
For I can still fly
That I’ve lost a leg
I care not a jot
As long as two wing
Is what I have got
Cats still can’t get me
Food is still free
Who cares if I fall
When I sit in a tree
Life I’m still living
So go throw your bread
I might be disabled
But I’m not yet dead
When this month is at an end
Change will come to time I spend
Gone the life of a student
Now a proper job so prudent
Student rates no more for me
For I have money now you see
In time I’ll climb the corporate ladder
But freedom lost has made me sadder
For I consider it well spent
My lazy years as a student
Tired so very tired
Not able or willing to wake
Best to stay in bed
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Alarm blares constantly
Crying out for help to come
Or the correct code
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Interview today
Prepared as well as I could
Now are in god’s hands
Snuggly lying in the bed
Pillow wrapping round my head
Light outside is still so dim
Chance of getting up is slim
Sheets so soft and very nice
The air outside feels cold like ice
Although I must be getting late
My need for rest I cannot sate
In the end, much can be said
About a morning spent in bed
Here it is, it is mine
My little piece of home
My desk, my computer, my office
Made from flat pack, cubicle sameness
But made mine, by the little things
Cosmetic changes
Scent-marking if you will
Paper spread in a unique haphazard fashion
Stuffed toys, calenders, pictures
Decaying coffee cups and a bar wrapper taking on a life of it’s own
They are all supposed to be the same
Soul sacrificed to uniformity
But this place is mine
Disordered to my tastes
A little piece of home
A little part of me in the world
There was a young puppy called Polly
Who loved to suck on a lolly
She’d travel about
With the sweet in her mouth
Acting all happy and jolly
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A dog smaller than a rat
Once tried to attack a large cat
Said the cat “What is this?
Are you taking the piss?
Is that small or am I getting fat?”
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My dog, she wanted a sleep
So onto the bed she did leap
And though I am neat
When she’s on the sheet
It gets piled into a heap
Arnie and Ironside
A young Sharon Stone
Acting so awful
It’ll leave your mind blown
Three breasted mutants
Midgets with guns
From one twisted mind
Paul Verhoeven’s
It leaves my brain spinning
How mad this film is
Holograms and Martians
And much more than this
That poor Douglas Quaid
Wherever he goes
Mayhem, guns shooting
The body count grows
It’s a bloody movie
No doubt about that
From both good guy and baddie
Like Benny, the rat
In the end Arnie’s saying
“Is it all a dream?”
Well my mind needs resetting
Neurons turned to cream
If you want a nuts movie
With blood, guts and all
No need to go further
Than Total Recall
A story told in neutral
Devoid of emotion or real substance
Minute details emphasised
A how-to manual for those who know
Yet somehow lacking
Lacking the wonder
The joy
The intensive feeling
Of discovering, knowing
Expanding the reach of man
Of knowledge
Of seeing into the universe
And making out a little more
All that is great
Silenced in the reporting
Look at Eiffel tower
Lean slightly to the left please
Makes it look smaller
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Old guns and bullets
Made into sparkling gem stones
Far more valuable
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Try the SpeechJammer
Hear yourself with a delay
Know what others hear
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All that equipment
So big and expensive
Makes Zombie salmon
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Chemistry puzzle
Not energy or cancer
But why’s your hair green
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Here is the report
On reports about reports
Write reports on it
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Subtle interplay
Of tension and gravity
Makes a ponytail
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Careful with that cup
Because forces of physics
Will make coffee spill
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Who is that chimp there?
Can know easily with face
Also with their bum
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In goes camera
Take these simple precautions
To prevent a bang
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Written in honour of the 2012 ignoble prizes listed here. I only read them today. Gotta love them!
Don’t wear a loose hat in a rainstorm
Or use an umbrella too
Just flying off, into the air
Is what they’ll do
Then left unprotected
You will get wet
A cold or the flu
Is what you’ll get
So take my advice
You’ll be alright
If you wear a hat
Make sure it’s on tight
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