Gojjer

Where the gojj things are
Sweet nothing's in my ear
A bleary Bon Jovi
In the brightest lit
Lot
A pillar of soda
Encamping upon a Trojan shore
A man is made of luck and lore
Self generative,
Intact,
Snore!

Total babes immersed
In gore
Boner bash in '94

Monarchism

How caramelled this apple
of late has been,
bit
and the monarchy of my mind
is usurped by powers of some
other magna carta

my darkest day is filled with
light
shedding the old fallacy
of a triphop drug addled
baby boy of corduroy

the flap of flags is all I hear
on the isle of Whit
a gleaming tear
a patriotic snear
a Tridentine Mass
neither here
nor here