Kit Kelen #881 - not holier than any thou, not singing for the choir

881

not holier than any thou

not singing for the choir

on so-called political correctness again

but here among amid the fray

just as dark

as down

as hid

and devious

and cunning

not above the laughter

not above cruel fun

and taking it out on

selfish as the next and then some

with insects I've been arbitrary

animals, I've eaten a few

and more than

I admit delicious

I have used the bad chemicals

even on myself sometimes

oooh and it felt good

although suffered something after

made an omelette, I broke eggs

I like to set fire and see burn

tickle you if you come close

I party

I have dirty thoughts

I know that's too much information

I probably smell my age

I can't tell

buggered the shnoz long ago with tobacco

my heart's at least

as dark as yours

teeth are yellow too

there are some secret passages

trap doors

I have hateful thoughts

I won't confess

who'd listen anyway?

I'd like to do unto those ...

slap them about at least

but I am known by right

from wrong

I've often been there

will come again

stretched as head will far

I break the grammar with my tongue

I am a mongrel dog

couldn't be more proud

the precious shit me big time

I say that just for instance

they're sensitive as

and I do that too

I know you do

and wipe

we have no bidet

I am a rough fuck

so you are

and I am enlisted

signed for

stood up

staunch

for faith in

what's a vanishing thing

can't see the point

in having all the forest gone

too many of us and nothing to eat

I'm keen on air for breathing too

I think this planet's warm enough

weapons? I don't think we need more of them

not us, not anyone

there's too much money somewhere

chocolate's great, but there must be a limit

I drink coca cola

do you think that the poor might be poor enough now?

I see that you've still got a few screws...

that was very clever

this big wind blows everything off

we just might have caused it

I'm not any kind of scientist

bottom line's I think, don't you?

I'm sickened when songs have a nation

but music can savage

hope against hope

fucking hopeless

I'm old for new tricks

and turn over leaf

yes, I admit I'm a miserable bastard

and no that's not confession

that's just cussed pride

but when the sunshine comes

up all blue above me

I'm moved

I believe

green for the world

I just want to save it

that's all