1. DISNEYLAND
I live in a society
where people always
fix their hair
before leaving house
where people still get married
and still get busted
in a society where everybody chain smokes
and wears bad perfume
drives cars steaming and jumps off planes
all because of the adrenalin
what’s so cool about jumping off planes
hoping your parachute won’t fail on you?
this society where everybody
seems to be wanting to harm themselves
always looking for that final kick
I observe
and keep on sucking on my beer.
I live in a society
where people always
fix their hair
before leaving house
where people still get married
and still get busted
in a society where everybody chain smokes
and wears bad perfume
drives cars steaming and jumps off planes
all because of the adrenalin
what’s so cool about jumping off planes
hoping your parachute won’t fail on you?
this society where everybody
seems to be wanting to harm themselves
always looking for that final kick
I observe
and keep on sucking on my beer.
***
2. THE VOICES
The cars keep on flashing by the window
one by one at a steady pace
it’s not been long since
I’ve been suddenly awakened
by the door ringing
I couldn’t be bothered getting up
too much of an effort, anyway
I wasn’t expecting anyone in particular
so I just let whoever that might have been
play around with the doorbell
till eventually got tired with it and walked off
getting out of bed in the morning is murder
but on that occasion it had to be done
I had booked an appointment with the doctor
the voices were all gone unexpectedly
and it kind of worried me a bit
since they had been with me
for the last thirty years or so
and now they were gone
and I didn’t know what to do without them
without them telling me what to say
telling me what to write
without them forecasting the weather
the doctor, an old lady from the east somewhere
tells me “that is good news, finally”
and that I should keep on taking
my medicine regularly
until she recommends otherwise
bullshit, I thought
I want my voices back
and so I got home
and chucked those stinking pills
straight into the rubbish bin
and sit for a while in the kitchen
then moved onto the couch in the living room
then back into the kitchen
poured myself a drink
smoked a cigarette by the window
and the cars kept on flashing by
and the trees got quiet out there
and the tv said no signal
and the bed seemed a lifetime away
“I wonder when they’ll be back”
that morning I saw the sun rising
and it didn’t do nothing to me.
***
3. I TRY
I try
but I just can’t help it
it’s stronger than I am
it’s darker than shadows
a mountain to bring down
but I try
I try to blend in
it’s almost thirty years now
that I go to my bed telling myself
“alright, you’re going to wake up
and then you’re just
going to do what they do, alright”
I leave the house when I leave the house
only because there’s no bloody way around it
I don’t like the feeling of being out into the open
I don’t like what’s out there
I don’t like my car or anybody’s car
I don’t like taking the bus
I don’t like sitting in a taxi cab
I don’t like disco clubs
I don’t like supermarkets
restaurants and pubs
I don’t like the names given to streets
I don’t like the way they look at me
I don’t think I like anything about them
I don’t feel comfortable in their presence
I start itching all over
I get the hiccups
and then I shut my eyes
hoping they disappear
society is a dead mouse
and all this racing towards
the final chapter
it almost breaks my back
it smashes my dreams
the voice telling me
to push the button
put a rope around my neck
and jump out of the bed
I like my flower wet, she kept saying
I like my flower wet
is anyone getting over here and please
get my flower wet
we were sitting with our coffee at the table
in a busy chinese eating place.
***
4. MORE OFTEN THAN NOT
People shopping go insane
I can see it in their eyes
the crazy way they push
their trolley up and down
the way they move about
I try to steer clear
of supermarkets at peak times
I’ve learned about their peak times
and who wouldn’t
the weekend is by far the worst time
anybody could pick out to go shopping
it really gets wild down there
they all look like
untamed beasts out hunting
they behave like hungry red-eyed sharks
circling underwater around their petty prey
at times though
they really do remind of chimps
jungle chimps shaking
a banana tree from beneath
hoping to get lucky
too lazy to climb right on top
and help themselves
damn, I can hear their little teeth grinding
and I can tell how unhealthy
their bloody crap must look like
by only checking once the filthy
contents of their baskets
and I always seem to come
to the same conclusion
people eat like shit
they stuff themselves with shit
but that’s what the big guys want
the more shit people eat
the more sick they might get
that’s the name of the game
hospitals need to be packed with sick people
or the wheel will stop spinning
if people were to be
all hale and hearty
there would be no need for doctors
and if there would be no doctors
to prescribe their dirty
drugs around
the money machine would begin
to choke on its own mucky vomit
and we don’t want that to happen
says the big guy
we need diabetic people
people who suffer from diarrhea
people to get kidney stones
high blood pressure
in some point in their miserable life
somebody has to suffer from acute dyspepsia
catch unexplained fever
get HIV from reading comic books
develop bad allergies
people need to contract tumours
that’s where the cash is, buddy
get them sick
and they will come back
asking for more
billions are made every year
selling death
on supermarket diabolic shelves
it’s everywhere you look around
in your canned food
in your fish and chips
in the little packets of chewing gum
you delibaretly poison your kids with
in your bags of unwashed potatoes
frozen ready meals
chicken dead in old age
people shopping go insane
they really do
and more often than not
I’m amongst them.
***
5. GOING UTTERLY MENTAL
It’s easy to go out on a motorcycle
drive your veicle out of a congestion
book a flight to neverland
burst somebody’s lips
take his woman to bed
steal chocolate bars down the corner shop
wake up in the middle of the night
and make sure the tv’s switched off
not to give a shit about mishaps
unfolding two blocks down the road
it’s easier to write
than having to open your mouth
as it is easier to die
than to live a life dreading the idea
of death itself
to be this odd thing
that feeds on dead animals
taking pills for this and pills for that
not reading enough newspapers
shitting more than you are
meant to be shitting
having people coming after your guts
it’s easy, much too easy
to sit down and suck at the bottle
and letting despair creep all over you
and finding it quite funny actually
the handgun under the pillow
that wants you to belly dance
under the moon at midnight
going utterly mental
like a schoolyard psychopath
shooting at the walls
standing around you
it’s easier to not be
and knowing it fine.
2. THE VOICES
The cars keep on flashing by the window
one by one at a steady pace
it’s not been long since
I’ve been suddenly awakened
by the door ringing
I couldn’t be bothered getting up
too much of an effort, anyway
I wasn’t expecting anyone in particular
so I just let whoever that might have been
play around with the doorbell
till eventually got tired with it and walked off
getting out of bed in the morning is murder
but on that occasion it had to be done
I had booked an appointment with the doctor
the voices were all gone unexpectedly
and it kind of worried me a bit
since they had been with me
for the last thirty years or so
and now they were gone
and I didn’t know what to do without them
without them telling me what to say
telling me what to write
without them forecasting the weather
the doctor, an old lady from the east somewhere
tells me “that is good news, finally”
and that I should keep on taking
my medicine regularly
until she recommends otherwise
bullshit, I thought
I want my voices back
and so I got home
and chucked those stinking pills
straight into the rubbish bin
and sit for a while in the kitchen
then moved onto the couch in the living room
then back into the kitchen
poured myself a drink
smoked a cigarette by the window
and the cars kept on flashing by
and the trees got quiet out there
and the tv said no signal
and the bed seemed a lifetime away
“I wonder when they’ll be back”
that morning I saw the sun rising
and it didn’t do nothing to me.
***
3. I TRY
I try
but I just can’t help it
it’s stronger than I am
it’s darker than shadows
a mountain to bring down
but I try
I try to blend in
it’s almost thirty years now
that I go to my bed telling myself
“alright, you’re going to wake up
and then you’re just
going to do what they do, alright”
I leave the house when I leave the house
only because there’s no bloody way around it
I don’t like the feeling of being out into the open
I don’t like what’s out there
I don’t like my car or anybody’s car
I don’t like taking the bus
I don’t like sitting in a taxi cab
I don’t like disco clubs
I don’t like supermarkets
restaurants and pubs
I don’t like the names given to streets
I don’t like the way they look at me
I don’t think I like anything about them
I don’t feel comfortable in their presence
I start itching all over
I get the hiccups
and then I shut my eyes
hoping they disappear
society is a dead mouse
and all this racing towards
the final chapter
it almost breaks my back
it smashes my dreams
the voice telling me
to push the button
put a rope around my neck
and jump out of the bed
I like my flower wet, she kept saying
I like my flower wet
is anyone getting over here and please
get my flower wet
we were sitting with our coffee at the table
in a busy chinese eating place.
***
4. MORE OFTEN THAN NOT
People shopping go insane
I can see it in their eyes
the crazy way they push
their trolley up and down
the way they move about
I try to steer clear
of supermarkets at peak times
I’ve learned about their peak times
and who wouldn’t
the weekend is by far the worst time
anybody could pick out to go shopping
it really gets wild down there
they all look like
untamed beasts out hunting
they behave like hungry red-eyed sharks
circling underwater around their petty prey
at times though
they really do remind of chimps
jungle chimps shaking
a banana tree from beneath
hoping to get lucky
too lazy to climb right on top
and help themselves
damn, I can hear their little teeth grinding
and I can tell how unhealthy
their bloody crap must look like
by only checking once the filthy
contents of their baskets
and I always seem to come
to the same conclusion
people eat like shit
they stuff themselves with shit
but that’s what the big guys want
the more shit people eat
the more sick they might get
that’s the name of the game
hospitals need to be packed with sick people
or the wheel will stop spinning
if people were to be
all hale and hearty
there would be no need for doctors
and if there would be no doctors
to prescribe their dirty
drugs around
the money machine would begin
to choke on its own mucky vomit
and we don’t want that to happen
says the big guy
we need diabetic people
people who suffer from diarrhea
people to get kidney stones
high blood pressure
in some point in their miserable life
somebody has to suffer from acute dyspepsia
catch unexplained fever
get HIV from reading comic books
develop bad allergies
people need to contract tumours
that’s where the cash is, buddy
get them sick
and they will come back
asking for more
billions are made every year
selling death
on supermarket diabolic shelves
it’s everywhere you look around
in your canned food
in your fish and chips
in the little packets of chewing gum
you delibaretly poison your kids with
in your bags of unwashed potatoes
frozen ready meals
chicken dead in old age
people shopping go insane
they really do
and more often than not
I’m amongst them.
***
5. GOING UTTERLY MENTAL
It’s easy to go out on a motorcycle
drive your veicle out of a congestion
book a flight to neverland
burst somebody’s lips
take his woman to bed
steal chocolate bars down the corner shop
wake up in the middle of the night
and make sure the tv’s switched off
not to give a shit about mishaps
unfolding two blocks down the road
it’s easier to write
than having to open your mouth
as it is easier to die
than to live a life dreading the idea
of death itself
to be this odd thing
that feeds on dead animals
taking pills for this and pills for that
not reading enough newspapers
shitting more than you are
meant to be shitting
having people coming after your guts
it’s easy, much too easy
to sit down and suck at the bottle
and letting despair creep all over you
and finding it quite funny actually
the handgun under the pillow
that wants you to belly dance
under the moon at midnight
going utterly mental
like a schoolyard psychopath
shooting at the walls
standing around you
it’s easier to not be
and knowing it fine.
