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TWISTEDMINDZ POEMS - THE RETURN OF THE WORDS
Dreams of a concrete goldfish
by Adny
I dream of a concrete goldfish
occasionally, when I'm asleep
I dream that he floats like a lightbulb
in a bucket of molten sheep
I dream of a concrete goldfish
in a happier state of mind
he's been taking a whole lot of drugs now
and it's made him red/green colourblind
I dream of a concrete goldfish
in a basketball made of the sun
it's bouncing him over my sideboard
and he's having a whole lot of fun
I dream of a concrete goldfish
he's got five gingerbread men to bake
they're seven feet tall and he's eaten them all
and it's odd because I’m still awake
Purple
by Adny
Purple is a colour
That you get when red meets blue
They go so well together
That they make purple.
True.
Yes
By Adny
I think
Yes
I am
Yes
But am I?
Yes
Or not?
Well...
Perhaps I see
I see...
Or maybe not
You see
I do
But do you?
Yes
I see
Well there you go
I do?
Yes
Well so do I
Me too.
Cookery
By Adny
I'd like to bake a chocolate cake
That's filled with cream and jam
Or maybe make a juicy steak
And serve it with a yam
I could create a flan of date
But that might taste quite bad
I find I hate all fruit of late
In fact I always had
Perhaps I'll fry an apple pie
That doesn't make much sense
But though I try to find out why
I can't, because I'm rubbish.
Big and Clever
By Phiblo
There are certain things
That often are said
To not be big or clever
These things include
Both farting and swearing
And poking people with sticks
But of these things
I feel the need
To often disagree.
I fart big and clever farts.
I swear fucking clever words
And poke people with incredibly intelligent and non scanning sticks
Yesterday
By Phiblo
Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away,
Now they are right here, right behind me
And they are shining torches in my eyes
Like the sun.
I wish they would just go away, but they keep at me
Like little rodents in a vat of dried oats
BASTARDS
Jerry
By Phiblo
Jerry was a Tinkerman.
He tinkers all day long.
And he’s going to go blind.
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