Wicked Rhyme
Stories & Rhyme to Rebuke or Dissect
The Players:
Master Of Ceremony: Judge Dread The-Idea
The Accused: No-One In Particular
Courtroom Interruption: Jealous Child
Sunday 3.30 am
Your Honour.......I pensively ascended from my decadent dormancy to witness their polemic debate overhead whilst...my chassis partially sprawled the circumference of the mattress. My protruding melodramatic eyes reluctantly unsealed, only to be confronted by four perilous convicts featured earlier on the front page of my local tabloid as extremely dangerous, but armed with nothing more than unlimited anger and bruised fists, with tattoos of hate and war engraved with childish precision. Their lurid demeanour continually antagonized me, as silent lunges and agitated expressions quickly manifested. Collectively they then simultaneously convulsed in preparation for an uncongenial cascade of coercion on my already fragile framework. So I calmly pointed to the wall 90 degrees behind their fugleman to avert their intention and concentration temporarily. There draped a draft of beautifully contrived dictation in large bright scrawl, that illuminated the entire room as to mesmerize and enthrall its perusers on its auspicious completion. As they absorbed...I wet....then fled the bed without prior prompt...
Thanks, But No Thanks
Don't call me, I'll call you, said the Castle to the King
I graced you rank and presidence but mayhem hath you bring
this used to be a peaceful town no policies contrite
you colonize then segregate then order both to fight
Don't call me, I'll call you, said the Convict to the Law
you built a secure prison where there wasn't one before
particular attention's been administered within
for dishing out brute punishment like torture for my sin
Don't call me, I'll call you, said the Choirboy to the Priest
if you're defecting to the west, I'll abide the east
you've rendered me a nervous wreck I pray to stay alert
stop gasping when you see me, stop tugging at my shirt
Don't call me, I'll call you, said the Rent Boy to the Queer
I now you you're a magistrate what YOU doing here?
no doubt you'll show me leniency the next time that we meet
your face red with embarrassment in peril at my feet
Don't call me, I'll call you, said the Spider to the Ant
I'd love to hang around with you but mummy said I can't
your mates obliged aggressively and terrorized my race
I stated we were buddies but they just laughed in my face
Don't call me, I'll call you said the Forest to the Fire
you said you wouldn't mess with us but frankly you're a liar
I didn't see you coming, you never made a sound
you warmed us and aroused us then you raised us to the ground
Don't call me, I'll call you, said the Weapon to the Arm
this sword don't give you dominance, prominence, nor charm
you're even more obnoxious than you ever was before
so ditch that phoney accent and shed that blade of gore
Don't call me, I'll call you, said the Turkey to the Knife
your cutting personality devaluates my life
don't touch me I'm not succulent your bound to rue the chase
I've been rolling round in dog crap just to marinate the taste.
Sunday 4.17 am
I deserted the scene instantly, glancing back but once at the edge of the alleys gable wing to view my nemesis alighting the once pristine establishment (now scourged with smog and debris) visibly vexed at having been duped by one presumably inferior of dexterity. As I fled, I frantically wrestled several civilian lobes and coat tails for assistance or temporary refuge to no avail and so seeked out Regent Park's dormant animation to simmer and reflect my predicament in sweaty solitude. I encroached the swings and roundabouts disillusioned and still panting heavily from my exertions, but was met by the vision of two nuns cackling in the semi-darkness like naughty infants. Concealed in the nearby bushes I observed their antics and questioned their presence at such an hour in such a location. My eyes indepedently closed and my frame slumped like a rejected ragdoll as fatigue inevitably overpowered me.....and then.... and then....and.........I..
Nightmare
Raids on the home
Scratched from the earth
run from a gun
equal to none
trapped in a box
drenched in the rain
chained to a bed by a girl insane
Alone on a boat
stand in the sh*te
high as a kite
kicked by a mule
labelled a fool
fall from a horse
drove to the scene of a crime that's yours
Buried alive
handed the knife
sit next to Jane
forced on the lane
sacked from your job
laugh till you die
physically numb and here comes a train
Struck by a sickening deformity
holding hands with royalty
an hijacked express casualty
my dad's making eyes at me
Chased by a fiend
pushed to one side
squeezed till you bleed
cast in a soap
talk till you can't
line up for war
licked by a dog with your arms restrained.
Respect, Admiration & Inspiration
Respect, Admiration & Inspiration :
Leonard Cohen / John Lydon / Bob Dylan / David Bowie / Paul McCartney / John Lennon / Donovan / Mick Jagger / Chuck Berry / Brooke Benton / John Dowland / Hans Christian Andersen / Desmond Dekker
Bob Marley / Mighty Sparrow / Lord Kitchener / Harry Belafonte / Stevie Wonder / Ray Charles / Beethoven / Schubert / Mozart / Strauss / Elvis Presley / Freddy Mercury
Mozart / Gilbert & Sullivan / Morrissey / Kurt Cobain / Jimi Hendrix / Lou Reed / Klaus Nomi / John Foxx / Jah Wobble / Nat King Cole / Stevie Wonder / Richard Jobson / Patrick Fitzgerald / Steve Ignorant / Sammy Davis Junior / Paul Robeson ......
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