04-06-2020, 08:29 AM
One for sorrow ( The thief of everything )
He'd left the house nasty,
entered the club hooded
edging his way through,
not listening to the music.
Only watching pockets
aware of door-men,
drugs and fire escapes.
As the crowd fed on music,
he flew, snatching trances
from around the necks of wet chests.
A calculating magpie collecting gold chains,
disappearing in a flap of black and white.
A Stanley knife talon
ready to give out another
gruesome smile,
to anyone who grasped a tail feather.
When the police finally caged him,
his nest was full of black bin bags,
a St Christopher with my name engraved.
He'll fly over the prison wall in 12 Months,
Me? I cant get passed the front door.
He'd left the house nasty,
entered the club hooded
edging his way through,
not listening to the music.
Only watching pockets
aware of door-men,
drugs and fire escapes.
As the crowd fed on music,
he flew, snatching trances
from around the necks of wet chests.
A calculating magpie collecting gold chains,
disappearing in a flap of black and white.
A Stanley knife talon
ready to give out another
gruesome smile,
to anyone who grasped a tail feather.
When the police finally caged him,
his nest was full of black bin bags,
a St Christopher with my name engraved.
He'll fly over the prison wall in 12 Months,
Me? I cant get passed the front door.
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out