riddled with lies

a confident word of caution
is all i need from you
a promise to be kept
shun humiliation and abuse
but can i trust you?
is there some secret agenda?
does our relationship have juice
to spare for a neighbour?
the spirit is in me
to share all i have gained
to give of myself a commitment
should you defend my claim
to be the man employed
who wrote these words to you
expressing all my dearest joys
and never forsaking the Lord
there's still much to be proffered
and much more pain
the agony of suffering
the beauty of shame
i often cuss, spit and scream
i tear the walls down
hoping no one can hear me
but my words carry for miles
on the breeze of smoking chimley stacks
suffocating on the fumes
of a 60 a day habit.

outrage WWIII

a million evil cancer sticks
a cough that won't cure
a ropey geezer
whose throat weezes
like he's swallowed his tongue
18 years of smoking these
bloody blue minded
joints,
i choke on my breath
cancer must have given up
on wishing for this day to come
but i couldn't care less
if i have to offend
the populace of this nation
it fucking stinks!
what politics thinks,
is to champion a smelly fanny.
it's sorry to tell
the loved ones you know
what to say to those
who's unrelenting force
to settle some score
has become a bloody minded
outrage.