Always remember Make art Not war

All my life I was missing a jigsaw piece I always felt a bit of the jigsaw was missing

From my diary A little poem did grow I’d written quite a few Someone suggested I post you

I’m trying to make my great escape I’m being held behind these painted bars Against my will I can only just see through

hat Will Shakespeare Always ahead of the rest His head above the parapet His humour, romance and death His written words

A flurry of models Who all can take a pose Stunning looks Stunning haircuts

Each day a beautiful rebirth of our love Ordain our sacred love Our love is so toxic

I’m the Naked Poet I have nothing to wear My number one fan has stripped me bare My words so raw

Be a bit out there So beautifully unique Not everyone’s cup of tea If we were all the same How boring that would be

The maid She had such a busy day She had so much to do So many crinkle crisps

Every working day I get stuck in the shredder I need my umbrella I try to find a way out

Such precision it takes A surgical procedure takes place Such a perfect pastry A perfect filling Mince, carrots, onions and peas

I feel so good in my skin Yet inside I carry a heavy load Sometimes I feel so sweet Sometimes there is a tangy flavour

I drew a sketch of you Of how I imagined you to be I saw the colours on my artist’s palate

I often feel like Alice Given a key from the moment I was born It is up to me which door I open with this key It allows me to explore and

Into the night I ran Dripping wet

Life is so hard It’s hard to write Music is such a delight Pleasant to hear It’s so hard to write I carry my trailer of notes

I saw the shining beautiful light I dreamt of your wonderful words

was driving in my spooky car Pumpkins and spiders webs everywhere In the bright orange headlights It was a truly horrific site

She is a dancing witch She is a horrid bitch Evil down to her sparkly boots She doesn’t give two hoots