Mooching True

Cos we’re mooching me and you

Mooching you

And sometimes we’re mooching blue

Yeah we’re mooching like angels

Mooching true

Forgotten all the dreams we knew

Mooching blue

Drinking smoking, sniffing glue

Mooching true

Living in an igloo

Mooching blue

Bonking, honking x-ray views

Mooching true

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Captain Conehead

Captain Conehead has balls of brass

Captain Conehead has an iron plated ass

Captain Conehead says pull that cone

Captain Conehead has a huge bone

Captain Conehead says skoll that beer

Captain Conehead isn’t queer

Captain Conehead will kick your ass

Captain Conehead will smoke your grass

Captain Conehead writes dodgy poems

Captain Conehead sees underpants gnomes

Captain Conehead takes lots of drugs

Captain Conehead buys them from bullies and thugs

Captain Conehead is single and free

Captain Conehead drops LSD

Captain Conehead is a psychedelic freak

Captain Conehead is strong not weak

Vibration

Vibration, a moment, a thought

Just like salvation inflation through brine

The pleasures of dreaming insane

Embrace me like cobwebs and wire

But I break through

With pictures of you

Tucked into the ass pocket of my jeans

For I am birthed in a madrigal multiverse

Expelled by a vibrating psychedelic gibbon

Transcending dimensions

Monsterous energy

Marvellous fractal radiance

Sending me into paroxysms of joy

With his waves of optimism

And pantomime enthusiasm

To burst the bubble of consequence

And dance freely in a garden of nude women

Like a flame dancing through air

Or a leaf buffeted on a breeze

Or a most immaculate hit of thai white

Unobtainable Woman

Oh unobtainable woman

I’m scared to hit on you

You’d probably tell me to fuck off

Then I’d go sniff some glue

Oh unobtainable woman

Your boobies are so cool

I long to kiss them all night long

I’ll always be your fool

Oh unobtainable woman

I dreamt of you last night

Can’t tell you what we got up to

Hiding from the light

Oh unobtainable woman

I long to be your friend

I promise not to get pervy

And slap your rear end

We smoke cannabis

We smoke cannabis

It’s so good for us

Pull another cone

And get really stoned

Have a shot of smack

And get really wacked

Do some LSD

Then some ecstacy

Please stay off the ice

It’s not very nice

I like doing drugs

Sometimes I see bugs

Tripping out my head

I will soon be dead

Methy Girlfriend

If I had a methy girlfriend

Crazy motherfuckers would always be coming over trying to recover drug debts

And we’d be up all night fucking while she was wizzing off her head

If I had a methy girlfriend

She’d keep the place really clean and I could act like a pig

But she might get abscesses from shooting up to much and end up in hospital

If I had a methy girlfriend

I’d encourage her to smoke it

Or to give it up

But she’d probably just run off with her drug dealer

Or start hocking her ass

And leave me all alone in a clean house

 

Government

 

A collection of discombobulated dreams won’t bring the government down

A miscellany of lesbian porn won’t bring the government down

A torrent of sharp toothed snakes won’t bring the government down

A pile of dirty washing won’t bring the government down

A vast herd of guinea pigs won’t bring the government down

A raging ravaging fire won’t bring the government down

A gibbering ghost won’t bring the government down

A philandering platypus in cargo pants won’t bring the government down

A transient burst of noxious gas won’t bring the government down

An avalanche of unreconstructed mens rights activists won’t bring the government down

A hurricane of hooligans armed with dildos won’t bring the government down

But dropping a shitload of poetry books on Colin Barnett’s head might bring the government down

 

 

Blast my brain

Blast my brain

Beat my teats

Christen my flow

Caress my glow

Bend my gonads

Skip my monad

Stretch your ears

Skirt my moat

Stitch your trousers

Slit your throat

Shiver my senses

Hack my systems

Trance my twat

Question my existence

Fondle my eel

Cuddle my carrot

Deny my intellect

Corrupt your bones

Pull a few cones

 

 

Senses

Backwards glances

Laconic grimace

Ichor lactation

Googly smile

Grinding senses

Hyper articulation

Subtle scents

Bubbling brain

Embracing void

Broken bottles

Fractured thoughts

Waiting for apocalypse

Waiting for loose change

To fall on the pavement

Like rain

 

Sex bot

Sex bot my sexpot

Oh let me die in your mechanical embrace

Feeling your suction and vibration

Sex bot my sexpot

I wasn’t sure if I should get you to look like Scarlett Johansen or Winona Ryder

But I’m glad I chose Sylvia Plath

Sex bot my sexpot

I love to turn you on if you know what I mean

Let us kiss then make electronic love

Sex bot my sexpot

You have settings for vanilla and kinky

Naughty spanky fun for you and me

Sex bot my sexpot

I don’t need to have social skills to get you into bed

You don’t care about my vast vortex of desperation