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Have a shag
Less and less
What they see
Less humane
Less like me
Doing alright
In a fight
Down the boozer
With his cruiser
Drink and drive
What a dive
Less and less
What they see
Less humane
Less like me
It's a crime
Doing time
They don't care
Mustn't share
Seems fanatics
Everywhere
Women's lib
Civil rights
Taliban
Nigella Bites
Less and less
What they see
Less humane
Less like me
Fighting talk
Walk the walk
Love and war
Want some more
Hate and hate
Its too late
Less and less
What they see
Less humane
Less like me
Lose control
Have no soul
Get a life
Leave your wife
Makes me sick
What a dick
He's so sad
Must be bad
Getting on
By doing wrong
Less and less
What they see
Less humane
Less like me
Must be negative
If they want to live
He's a mug
Want a drug
Pass the buck
Who gives a fuck
Is everyone mad
With this thousand year fad
Less and less
What they see
Less humane
Less like me
David Papa-Adams (c) All rights reserved 1998
Thunder
Do not fade like the sun at dusk
But rage the way thunder must
Let others always talk in vain
You do not do the same
Do not cower and turn to dust
Like old nails that willingly rust
In each of us is a thunder cloud
A voice that remains unbowed
Remember thunder when you speak
And if at times you stand alone
Then thunder more don't meekly moan
For thunder come thunder go
Hate strikes a lightning blow
So do not wait to turn to dust
But rage the way thunder must
And if they terrorise your waking dreams
Remember nothings quite what it seems
So when others come like driving rain
Then thunder, thunder and thunder again
David Papa-Adams (c) 1998 All rights reserved
I did not know
I did not know
How to hate
Until I was hated
Nor how to bate
Until I was bated
I did not comprehend fate
Until it was fated
Nor how to pour scorn
Until I was scorned
I did not know
How to be life's slave
Until I was enslaved
Nor that life held fears
Until I was afraid
I did not know
I could do wrong
Until I was wronged
Nor that I could cause shame
Until I was shamed
So when judging me
Forgive me my pains
Should I cause you pain
For in my heart it rains
And it will always rain
David Papa-Adams (c) 1998 all rights reserved
Alexander the Average
Alexander the average I'd hate to be
When people look it's what they see
No exceptional talent, no gift in me
I'm truly the son of mediocrity
People laugh when they stare
At that average man over there
But I'm sure I'll one day be
More than all this mediocrity
Alexander the average weighs me down
In his thoughts I seem to drown
Such a struggle to break free
From this enforced mediocrity
I see his eyes in the mirror
That self-confessed deceiver
Daring me to reach the moon
With dreams that fade too soon
So if people say that poor chap
Adore successes with a sarcastic clap
Say Alexander the average has a hidden trait
Look deeper you'll see Alexander the Great.
David Papa-Adams (c) all rights reserved 1999
Melville the Friendly Leech
Melville was a friendly leech
He offered up a life to teach
In payment he’d suck my blood
Only a few drops never a flood
You might say that’s rather odd
To let a leech bleed my bod
And I wondered exactly why
Such a leech came on by
So I asked with some refrain
What the devil is your game?
To which he gave an odd reply
Everything you've learnt is a lie
He said, 'Yes, life is cruel
Anyone can be made a fool,
Let me tell you what's on offer,
It'll create little bother'
He said, 'In life it's who you know
That gets you where you want to go.'
So even in this modern age
Such attitudes are all the rage
So he began to reel them off
This man was a regular toff
He knew Bankers, Gangsters
Bizarre Media Arty pranksters
He knew them one and all
The long, short, strangely tall
After he supped from my arm
Never intending me real harm
He told a strange unruly tale
And I began to turn quite pale
He said, 'The worlds like a zoo,'
And if you knew who he knew
All your dreams would come true
So if you hope to reach the heights
You must prescribe to his delights
‘Thus,’ said he. ‘That’s the way life flies,
If through ranks you wish to rise.'
And so once more he drunk deep
Because his news was never cheap
Soon enough I thought I’d empty
But he said, 'There’s blood aplenty.'
And so Melville carried on
Singing the same sordid song
Until I said, 'Enough’s enough
I am feeling rather rough.'
Standing up he looked aghast
And told me to hold fast
'If famous you wish to be
You should really follow me.'
So I thought hard and long
Of things that could go wrong
Soon I’d be laid up in bed
Or even worse I’d be dead
I decided, ‘Who you know.’
Though a convenient way to go
Cheapened efforts that I made
Corrupted everything I played
And it did make me feel
Rather low and rather ill
So I said, 'There’s none to spare,
You’ll have to find a different fare.'
Still once more he tried it on
That if I wanted to belong
And Stop being a wretched whelp
Then he’d be on hand to help
And so the leech began to turn
And his tongue began to burn
It was then I opened my eyes
He was a snake in disguise
It appears Melville’s attitude
Was the Devils platitude
So believing ‘Who you know’
Gets you where you want to go
Could be a terrible mistake
Make you look more the fake
So you should think once again
Not to live way back when
Such things were common place
To get ahead in life’s race
You see all the talent we let die
Is nothing more than a lie
We should try to let it grow
The merit that's ‘What you know’
Before we are all drunk dry
There’s no one left to do or die
For this is how worlds can end
Because merit had no friend
And the Devil that you see
May smile at you famously
Don’t believe a word he says
Should he prey upon your day's
So if in life you know no one
Doesn’t mean you are undone
And the lesson from this tale
Is not to let merit fail
Or stick with ‘Who you knew’
Unless being bled right through
Is truly part of your design
Which would be an awful crime
And paying the devil what he's due
Does not make dreams come true
So perhaps it's time to let go
Of trusting the devil that you know
And the moral of this tale
Is don't be bled till you are pale
David Papa-Adams © 2012 all rights reserved
Bigger Tree
There once was Bigger Tree wood
The Strangest forest that ever stood
Animals came from all around
To admire what's Bigger Tree mound
But Bigger Tree is a monkey's home
That sits upon a hilltop throne
It reaches up to touch the sky
And embraces where eagles fly
Down below at its roots
There live horrid vile brutes
That wait there just to climb
Beyond what is lowly slime
They gather round Bigger Tree
Its trunks thick as any can be
And talk of tales long ago
When Bigger Tree was not so
The trunk then was very narrow
No one lived within its shadow
From shoots it grew and grew
All through seasons old and new
That is how such things are
They can grow both near and far
It was then the monkeys came
Who'd heard of Bigger Trees fame
And so as Bigger Tree grew
It was home to the oddest zoo
So all the monkeys made a pact
None shall share where Bigger Tree’s at
And soon it was in all the land
The tallest tree to ever stand
The monkeys looked on Bigger Tree
And felt as proud as any could be
So it was as time past
Firmly set, made to last
From it came many trees
Now beneath no one sees
So a forest was now born
Plentiful as a field of corn
In its arms the monkeys rest
Creatures that know what's best
But all is veiled, all is dark
These trees have the hardest bark
Shelter monkey's who remain unseen
Never think on what might have been
Had Bigger Tree not rested there
And others had they played fare
Then the land would've changed
No one would've been so stained
And felt so tied to Bigger Tree
That none know what they see
As lives are lived unaware
Of the strangeness that sits there
As it starts when they’re small
Bigger Tree seems so tall
That it becomes a holy rite
That is beyond