REALITY Vs DENIAL

I hope and not pray.

Sick of praying, to no avail.

That lois my daughter.

Does not follow the dark & ever lasting.

Twisted road i took.

My life has always been controlled.

By substances or people

All because they followed the line.

He/she wears.

Uniform.

Mainly blue & white.

AUTHORITY.

Me,lived a wild & troublesome life.

Pure fucked upness ?.

I question.

My fucked upness.

Am i justified.

Can i justify the abuse i put myself through.

Or am i right in this fucked up world.

Am i escaping reality.

Or denial.

Reality is shit .

Or is it my denial of this shite existence.

That i have & owe  responsibility.

Free..

Will i ever be

I Rome from town to town.

Left are the once towns. free.

Now destruction.

Where ever i go.

Ive done wrong, no saint.

And have morals.

I used to thieve or chor.

Anything.

Just so i could buy drugs and alcohol.

And give myself the misery.

Of a body mind and spirit.

Already dead.

On the borderline

Driving myself mad.

Yea i take responsibility for my misery.

Most time spent repeating .

The false happiness .

I seek that entails ...

Death and or madness.

Am i trying to kill myself.

By my deeply ingrained denial.

Ive done wrong, no saint am i.

Still have morals. Responsibility's to take care of.

Most time ,ime killing myself.

Karma.

Its not done ..

Take drugs & expect no less than..

Paine, Grief, Regret...

You will always feel lonely.

Whilst in the company of others,loved ones,etc..

Feel wrong with out so.

You will isolate yourself.

As the addiction grows.

Whilst you weep & feel sorry for yourself...

You become not obsessed but.

Possessed by the drug of your choice.

Or are you a Polly user.(take anything to suppress the current emotion).

You shall, as mentioned in another writing of mine.

Thieve, beg, brake promises ... (WITH OUT GOING TO THE DEPTHS.OF ADDICTION)

This constant struggle to stay on the straight and narrow.

Grinds you down.

Repeating, the sacred words.

I WILL NEVER.

Till the time comes ...

When you sell out.

Sell your broken dead soul.

Plus your last piece of mind ..

Only for one more shot, HIT..

One more to many.

But if it comforts you .

And you can ..

As you may think.

Function in today's world.

Plus carry yourself.

Then good luck..

MUSIC. LIFE BODY SOUL. MUSIC IS THE GREAT ALMIGHTY

I would fade out.

Give up.

Die without music.

Ime only alive.

Whilst playing,or hearing.

The sweet sound of tunes.

Oh yes.

Rhyme and bang on time.

Play me mister.

A descent track.

Then theres no need for you.

To feel my flak.

Play me some bullshit..

Commercialised boll ox.

And ime of out of  there.

Yes you mister.

Fear.

For i  ..

As you know will shed a tear.

Which always leaves you ?

Where you deserve to be.

I will pickle your cock.

And wrap your penis,(VERY TIDALLY)..

Then deliver it to your misses.

With the smile on my face.

As she answers the door.

I gratefully.

Hand your bishop.

TO YOUR WIFE.

Who was so appreciative.

Hence dont fuck with my music.

"SKY,BLUE, GREEN, FLASHES ,ELECTRIC BLUE."

AS THE FENDER & AMP PUMP, MELODY INTO THE AIR.

REVERBERATING,.

HITTING ME LIKE A BOLT OF HIGH VOLTAGE ELECTRICITY.

BRINGS ME TO LIFE.

SKY NO LONGER GREY & DISMAL

BLUE IS EVERYWHERE.

SKY SEEMS AN ENDLESS ENTITY.

OF ELECTRIC BLUE.

WHITE CLOUDS.

CANDY.

HOVER ALONGSIDE.

THE BEAUTIFUL TWILIGHT SKY

WHAT A DAY TO SKY DIVE.

AN ENDLESS ADVENTURE.

IPOD WHACKING OUT THE TUNES.

LEFT RIGHT & CENTRE.

LET ALL VENTUEROES .

VENDOR.

THE OPEN FREE.

SKY.

BOUT TIME YOU OPEND.

MRS SKY.

ANY LONGER.

A SLAP.

WOULD OF SHOOK YOU UP.

SLAP STRAIGHT ROUND.YOUR.

DASHBOARD.

.BOREDOM

I am sick of.

Cleaning, dusting, cooking, maintaining.

Looking my best.

Out to impress 

Whilst felling as if I've just been blown from the wild wild west.

Bored of.

Relationships (to much hassle).

Got no sex drive.

Got money.

Still ime bored.

Sat in the sun(2 hours to long).

Had a lovely dish,at the restaurant,(nice while it lasted,all of half an hour).

Tired of the same old.

Yes i am a fortune teller.

I predict mr moore .

That tomorrow you will.

Struggle out of your pit.

Drink your cup of tea.

Have a shower.

Drink alcohol.

Walk 3 miles,collect your script.

Go to sainsburys.

Eat some chicken.

Walk 3 miles back home.(sweating your nuts off)

Intake more alcohol.

Maybe write some shit.

Then fall into your comfy armchair.

And wallow.

Wake up the next morning.

Thinking Jesus .

Ive had enough.

Hands cover your eyes as you curl.

And splat your head onto your knees.

Sat on your pity pot.

Ah poor mr moore.

What is up with me.

I have a beautiful daughter.

Lovely home.

Bank account.

Good family(whom ime very grateful to)

For putting up with the shit i have caused.

Health could be better.

But ime not dying(hopefully).

HANDSOME AND DAPPER (AS YOU INSIST MR MOORE).

Talented.

INTELLIGENT.

Ime not going on & on(as ile be here all day.)

You see no matter what happens in my life,in regards to keeping ones self content.

Iam never fucking happy.

For now i will put it down to a state of mind.

And my mind is in a terrible state.

I have the answer to my happiness.

STOP DRINKING BLOODY ALCOHOL.

STOP TAKING PRESCRIPTION F...ING DRUGS.

Hence mr beat yourself up moore.

You will begin to see the beauty life is offering you.

Ok i here you.

But ime still bored shitless .

A PEEP AT THE COUNTRYSIDE

Spring is here isn't it.?

Flowers, pink blue red yellow & green.

Begin to bloom

Sky still grey & dismal.

Yesterday , spring,sprang.

Sky opened.

And down she beams.

Back on the bus-tard.

1 2 3, rabbits bounce joyfully in the open field that stretches for miles.

Miles of fresh fresh green grass.

As i catch them with my eye,from the top of the double decker bus-tard.

Playing free.

A white & brown horse .

Sheep cows.

yes this is the garden of England (Kent).

Such beauty grows.

Houses proudly show off there 15ft hedges.

Styled hedge.

One shaved & pruned to perfection.

In the shape of an elephant.

A peaceful desolate graveyard.

Layed to rest are the loved ones.

Grief stricken, people come brandishing flowers.

To decorate & let live the love all had & still have.

Still have thoughts,memories.

Heartache.

Love lives on beyond the grave .

Most of which ime sure were brave.

Love lives on in the heart & memory. of loved ones.

That's how we never die..

Make sure to have a child.

To carry your memory & name.

For that is our purpose alone.

Tall tress .

Must be hundreds of years old.

Green for miles.

In the horizon.

Grey mist.

Gathers around.

Shading the deep green grass.

Orchards & farms.

Mechanical machines, lay around the farms.

Smell the hay & breath healthy.

Before hitting the city .

Suffocated by car fumes.

Is the air in the city.

River run for miles through cutting countryside.

Ducks,swans ,& other wild life...

Harbour around the river.

With bridges made of old stone ,here and there.

A church.

Sat lonely. and somewhat sad looking.

In the middle of no where.

Just field upon field.surrounding it.

Ime feeling sorry & pitiful for the lonely church.

As most people (not all)but most..

Have deserted the church.

Believe in yourself.

Hence no need for so called god.

Bus is coming into maidstone.

Leaving the countryside behind ...

good bye beautiful. site.

DYKES

Two pink.

4 pink dyke's.

Two days prior, one & half dyke.

No flight.

Kind of took off.

Causing some nervousness.

That being said.

Today two of the dyke's went straight up the M25.

Two odd hours later.

The other 2 dyke's went straight down my neck.

15-30-40 Min's have been & gone.

To my disappointment .

Never took off properly.

Maybe the runway was too wet or something.

Witherspoons.

Me and a pal , by the name of Richie.

Have some lunch, (chips, two eggs, & a nice slice of ham).

Washed down with a pint of something Russian, (nice lager).

Me and rich sit in the big cosy comfy brown leatherd chairs.

Cheers.

Clash as our pint glasses collide.

To our triumph.

Content and relaxed.

In the cosy chair i begin to drift off.

The dyke's who entered my mouth & slid down my throat .

Take off.

The runway is now comfortable .

For a take off.

Ime off.

Sinking deeper & depar.

As the dyke's, cover me.

Felling so warm and happy, elated.

Smothered in blissful inner peacefulness.

At last a piece of mind.

The chair begins to cuddle me.

I lay my head on the chairs shoulder's.

As my utopia is in awe.

Sorry but i will have to end here. As i don't want to glamorise .

WINDOW PAINE

Gazing from the living room

Still grey.

But i know spring is on the way.

Beyond my window.

A tall, & girthy tree stands.

Wavering from the slight wind.

A bird howls.(coo coo ka,coo co).

I feel tranquil.

From the birds pretty harmonic sounds.

Sky trys its best.

Let some sun shine.

I know its on the way.

But no you remain grey.

Almost unseen.

Optimistically thinking.

Today sky.

You are dark and grey.

I shall come back in may.

So i can see you shine once againe.

ADDICTION.

Who from the terrible affliction.

Of addiction shall be next.

Its so sad to hear.

Most of the time whilst visiting medway.

Someone else has died.

Addiction doesn't care who it takes.

As soon as addiction is on you.

Your time could be up anytime.

I have seen it take 15yr olds.

Think your a man.

And can handle it.

Well let me tell you I've seen bigger harder men.

Fall and die from addiction.

The thing is to many people ..

Are to quick to jump to the conclusion..

That its his or her own fault.

Wrong,.

Do you have any idea ..

The Paine & suffering.

Addicts face.

Day in..

Day out.

Plus the ripple effect it has on family.

And loved ones.

I see addiction as an emotional dis-ease.

I used to think i took drugs.

Because of how it made me feel.

A buzz.

No,No.

Drugs are used to suppress uncomfortable feelings..

Loneliness,anxiety,depression,,etc,etc.

As rogers described addiction.

"A BOTTOMLESS BUCKET, OF LOW SELF ESTEEM .
WHICH ADDICTS TRY TO FILL BY DRUG ABUSE, GAMBLING,SEX,COMFORT EATING,ETC.
BUT THEY WILL NEVER FULFIL THEIR DESIRE TO INCREASE THERE LACK OF SELF ESTEEM  OR CONFIDENCE.".

As you obviously cant fill a bucket with no bottom.

So the cycle begins.

I feel very anxious.

Your introduced to hash,coke,benzodiazapines,heroin.

And all anxiety's  are flushed from the body's system immediately .

But drugs are very cunning.

Your excited at this newly found potion.

As it takes away the Paine and suffering doesn't it ?.

Yes for the short term.

Everything is beautiful whilst in the utopias eye.

But as the progression of the intake of substances increases.

So does the paine & suffering you once tryed to avoid .

It comes back with ferousious volocity that one has one option at this time.

And that is when the chase starts.

Youl beg steal borrow,some sell themselves.

Being done up the bumb.

To ease the paine. (adds to it,belates,procrastinates).

The emotional dis-ease.

I suppose i was lucky enough to not go down the road of selling my ass.

But was, i a tear away.

IF it wasnt cemented to the floor and worth at least a tennar.

It was gone,...

With me to be sold to feed my addiction.

I was driven to violance to the extremetys .

Armed robbery..

And to much to go into at this moment.

My time was spent.

17 months shop burglary.

Gate arrest, elmley prison.

To brixton.

Remanded,upon extradition to the republic of ireland.

For the armed robbery.

Ok just done 17 months in elmley,1 moon at brixton.

Then in dundalk circuit (crown court in ireland) court.

4 years.

Already done couple of moons in the joy (mount joy prison dublin) on remand.

Judge gives the 4 plus starts the sentance from that day.

So i lose my remanded time already spent.

Consequences of addiction.

But many more.

I wont bore you with everything.

A little insight.

BASEBALL BAT, two attacks.

CLORE HAMMER,ONCE.

Stabbed left arm.

Left with fractured scull.

Over 100 stiches to face and head.

broken nose.

PLATES RUNNING in both arms from wrist 2 half way up my forearm.

Chipped teeth.

SCARS,to middle of forehead,each eyebrow,to the right of my nose.

Head coloured by scars.

Broken collar bone from a sly munger (hit me from behind,didnt even know it was coming.).

Knuckle broke.

I could go on & on .

But not now.

I JUST WANT PEOPLE TO UNDERSTAND THE DEVISTATION THAT DRUGS HAVE ON PEOPLE,ITS NOT WHAT SOME WANKERS MAKE IT OUT TO BE,IN ALL HONESTY ITS A FUCKING NIGHTMARE,GOD WANT TO SEND ME TO HELL,ALREADY BEEN THERE.

I JUST HOPE THAT KIDS ARE WELL EDUCATED WHEN IT COMES TO DRUGS.

AS I HAVE A DAUGHTER & IT WOULD KILL ME TO FIND MY SPECIAL LITTLE GIRL BEING EMOTIONALY,SPIRITUALY AND PHYSICALLY , DESTROYED.

HOPE PEOPLE GET THIS MESSAGE.AND I WISH  I HAD MORE TIME TO EXPLAIN EVERY CONSEQUENCE THAT DRUGS INCLUDING ALCOHOL (WHICH IS A DRUG BUT SOCIALY ACCEPTED).HAVE ON US.

GOOD HEALTH TO YOU ALL.

REGARDS
KENNY.MOORE XXX





That being one valid theory.

THE TABLES HAVE TURNED

People cue.

Between iron fencing.

Waiting,anticipating.

They smell the stench.

Of slaughter.

As the lion beheads,one after another.

Hens,chicks,pigs,& cows.

On look the slaughter.

I AM KING.

KING OF ALL.

I SHALL MEAT,ALL OF YOUR NEEDS.

OF THE HUMAN SPECIES.

FOR THEY ARE A MEAT.

JUST LIKE YOU OR I.

In order to survive.

We must hunt, capture,and trap.

I have many slaughter houses.

And secured farms.

No human can escape.

The onslaught .

We animals to survive.

Humans full of protein, carbs, and most fat.


Nutrients and minerals.

Shall keep us alive.

We shall drug, shock,then slit throats.

"Drug them haven't they already done that."

Be careful whilst eating a human.

As most are contaminated with drugs,of some sort or other.

Eating  foal infected humans.

Can cause food poisoning.

And or death.

Rugs will be made from human hair.

Skin used as extra warmth.

To cover our cold bodies.

Bones for cleaning & sharpening our teeth.

Monkeys & apes alike.

Shall be equipped.

With weapons made of bone.

Potions and lotions.

Drained blood shall flood.

Our now swept sewers.

For all toxins,bacteria, (good & bad).

Dwell & run through a humans veins.

THY blood will flow.

WE not fear the parched.

Once animal body.

We will & when one wants.

Drink the blood to quench, the thirst.

Categorised bottles of blood..

Will get us high,pissed,dis-eased.

OR deceased.

The virus ed

DIGGING THE DANCING THIEF

Cheata, cheata.

You & i know.

The crimes & grimes youve commited.

AH AH AH AH.

Cheata,cheata.

You & i know.

Where the long green GRASSES grow.

Cheata, cheata.

Whats up your sleave.

AH AH AH AHHHH.

Achieve all that,that you can.

The dancing thief.

Young & free (at the mo).

Only inbetween.(BARS & CONCRETE WALLS).444

 Watch when the lights are low.

He will, know where to go.

Find a pic pocket.

Strung and dumb.

Watch as he  claims it all.

For he is the dancing thief.

Young and free.

Digging the dancing king.

Watch him fleace.

Watch him go (THROUGH EVERY POCKET IN TOWN).

Digging his own grave.

Dont go wasting your emotions.

Save your life & run.

Digging the dancing king.

Young and free.

Only 93

AFTERMATH

Souless bodies.

Wander aimlesly.

Eyelesly.

Eyes snatched.
Blinding, darkness remains.

Darkness blinds the soul.

And eyes lost.

Aimlesly walk.

The decripted town.

A shambles.

Lonely are us humans.

All eyes on us.

As the town glows.

Grows from building to building.

Crowned eye balls paint this town.

This planet earth.

All eye.

Shakra drained from middle of fore head.

Angels with thier now beuityful eyes.

Cover the once dark holes.

All evil is hidden by the eye.

Rivers, lakes, seas.

All infested by dark angels.

Black eyed angels swim free.

DESOLET earth.

Just rot and decay.

To see the moonlight once more.

The sun rise againe.

Feel the fresh unpoluted air.

Running free,through woodlands.

Free.

DOVES came swam with me.

Deers sat right next to me.

Trees bright & green.

Field after field of fresh green grass(HASH) MARK.

AND IT ALL SEEMS LIMETLESS.

IS THIS WHAT WE HAVE  BECOME.

OR IS IT IN THE POST.....?????

I WOULD LIKE TO EXPRESS MY APPRECIATION.

ANGELS OF DARKNESS

Raws from the angels.

Of death.

As they spawn & multiply.

Wings of darkness.

Shadow the alley ways.

And cast sillouets on the walk way.

Angels of the midst of shadeyness.

Haunting traces.

Left as they float about town.

Town desolet.

Scared anxious individuals.

Trying to hide, escape.

This darkness.

Which has enveloped.

This world.

For a while they pitty us.

"Were frowned upon."

SCOULED LOOKS.

From heads with blank eyes.

No eyes.

Just darkness.

Then the hard raine

FALL.

Theres no moon.

No light.

PART FROM THIS HARD RAINE....

With no precsent forces.

The majority of the human species.

Fell to the ground with.

A CLAP.

Eyeballs.

GREEN , BLUE, BROWN,...

Caked the stairwell ..

Of abandoned buildings.

Squemish, rat infested holes.

Of a street named.

CLAPHAM.

Still trying to work it out.

If you have an answer plesae contact me .

MY email is on my profile page.

So please contact me about this.

THY WHOLE OF THE LAW

Let it be thy whole of the law.

Let the flood flow.

Sewers shall overflow.

And let the flavour flood out.

That shall be the law.

No departed.

No deprived.

Non un-unified.
But tied.

UNITED we shall be.....?

OUR FAVORITE PLACE

Every time i see your face.

I remember a certaine place.

When ime by this place.

All i see is your pretty little face.

Every time.

I was on time.

I was the sour taste of lime.

I was so cold.

Whilst you made the sun,
just for fun.

But every time ime by this place.

I sit & replace.

Replase thoughts.

Coloured by mists.

Of your pretty little face.

Thoughts that departe  clouds.

And your shine beams down.

Not froozen beneath no more.

For i will love you forever.

moore.


(k.moore)

BUS-TARDS

The suspended animation of a bus.

So much fuss.

Borded the double deck bus.

Destination bus driver.

Take me there.

Yellow grapling bars for monkeys with one eye to swing & sing from.

Noise of afganistan under shock & awe (the engine).

Rattle & annoy.

As the bus climbs blue bell hill.

Like a pebble being rattled in an empty supper tennants can.

Ye old supper tennants.

One stop, two stop, three stop etc, etc.

When will this crual torture stop.

Will this jalopy of a motor shut the fuck up.

As it slowly drowns the sound of my ipod.

And that is wrong.

how can any one even contemplate ruining a mans music.

Its just not done.

In the horizon i see my destination.

Or is it my destin. ?

MUTED

I will be your voice.

Specific,clear,understandable.

I shall elaborate when asked..

Not told..

Mr and Miss muted.

I shall be as clear as crystal.

No stutters, no murmuring,.

Just a beautiful vibration you may feel.
as my voice reverberates

And enters and entertains the loss of speech .

Yes i know.

Society has sown your lips.

Rendering you .

Leaving you feeling inadequate, categorised.

Boxed and shelved.

Just keep quiet,

In the school, children become a product.

A product to full fill society's greed

Yea i know.

Its almost every where.

We have to be aware.

According to society's enforcement.

Ime up for the challenge.

Of society's pathetic little games.

Game of monopoly.

Monopoly of the sources.

Individual fucked upness

I will not shut up.

I will stand .

And have my voice.
As well as yours.

.

BASEBALL BAT ATTACK

Back in the 90s.

I am with chrystal.
snuggled up together.
feeling & sharing each others warmth.

Whilst on the living room sofa.

Before i know it, ime out cold.

Asleep & content.

I didnt here the front door.
being kicked in.

All i remember was gettting up from the floor.

Chrystal had to fill me up with the details.
I remember some of this night.
but only flashes.

As the mind with its ego defence mechanisms.
locks away the brutal attack.

What happend was.

Jason booted my door through.
baseball bat with both hands glued to it.

Smacks me to the left of my forehead just above my eye brow.
it knocks me.

I get up.

Only to be beaten to the floor againe.

Back on my feet.

Smashes me to the ground once againe.

Up kenny get up.

"PUT THAT BAT DOWN AND FIGHT LIKE A MAN"

Ime not worried.

Even though blood is pissing every where.
So much i can barely see as the claret runs from my forehead & scalp.

Ime hit againe by this devilish wooden baseball bat.

Ime now thinking hes gonna kill me.

On my hands and knees crawling, as this lunatic pownds the back of my head whilst crawling.

I need to get to my sword.

Which used to be at the end of my setee.

I WANDER, on all fours.

JASON STILL WACKING THE SHIT OUT OF ME.

I grab my sword but cant see as ime blinded by the loss of blood.

I take the sword from its sheath.

And start lashing out.

Catch this wanker on the arm.
hes cut.

And runs for his life.

L,  says " KENNY GIVE ME THE SWORD"
Thought i could trust him seing as we grew up together.

Then i realise,

Go to my cubourd grab a hammer and start looking for J.

Only to colapse from loss of blood.

But as i found out after being discharged from hospital.
That lee drove jason down to where i live.

I say " you was behind him why didnt you grab him from behind."

His answer was "kenny i was terrified"

OK.

Ime in medway hospital for 2 weeks.

Fractured scull,blood coming from my ears.

Head partly shaved with pads all round my head.
secured with bandages .

Stiched better than my grannys nitting.

I wander to the end of the ward.

Outside having a fag.

From the corner of my eye.

I see J. peeping.

"COME OUT HERE YOU CUNT"

J "NO YOU WILL STAB ME UP OR SOMETHING"

MUG "WHAT IME GONNA CARRY A BLADE IN HOSPITAL,GET OUT HERE"

J , "CRYING , WHAT HAVE I DONE"

I punch him ,nose bleeding.

He curls up.

I waid into him with boots to the head.

Then something in my back goes.

Ime in aggony.

But cant let him see it.

I say.

"FUCK OFF EVERY TIME I SEE YOU, YOU OWE ME.NOW GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE"

Now ime in a wheel chair as my back went whilst kicking the shite from J.

Have a cat scan.
etc.etc

Round this time i was a heavy drinker.

Fuck it,with dressing gown on & looking like a car crash.

I walk out the med hospital to the nearist offie.

I buy a bottle of vodka.

Soon as ime back at the hospital.
the doctor.

SAYS "IF YOUR WELL ENOUGH TO GO BUY ALCOHOL, YOUR WELL ENOUGH TO GO HOME.

Fair enough.

No dramas.

Ime out of here.

GOOD BYE AND THANK YOU VERY FUCKING MUCH.

I return to my flat which looks like a murder seen.

Blue & white stripie tape corderd my flat off.

I go inside and cant believe what i see.

Blood is every where .
just as if buckets were thrown up the walls.
And my head became a sprinkler of not water but blood.

Horrific some might say.

SLASHES and dents in walls.
from the lash of my sword,.

Which i never saw againe as the police confiscated it.

When i was in hospital talking to this hero who was dieing from cancer.

Bless him, told me how to make a carbide bomb.

Which was going towards Jasons way.

to be continued.

THE PONCE

One of the most annoying, of all humaine beings.

Yes you got it ,the ponce.

Or greedy selfish fuck.
The story begins.

Yea is it ok for a smoke.

Ime not going to deny someone a fag.
Here you go.

Any hash to put in to it (the rolling tobaco).

YES no worries.

Thirsty now.

Got a drink.

fuck yea.

Hungry.

Bacon and egg sandwich.

There you go.

Something to wash it down with ?.

YEA got any booze.

On its way.

Another fag with hash.

You havent got a fiver i can borrow & never pay back.
Have you.

Of course.

Can i use your phone quickly to call my sister in australia.

Two hours later (off the phone now).

Ok to have a quick shower.

YES.

Any more alcohol.
Ime parched.

"Hang on."

"Are you not eating that bit of chicken left on your plate."

"No m8 ime full."

"Sweet ile have it."

Runs to a corner of my room.

Peeping at me now and then as the animal saveges the piece of chicken.
Its mine now ,all mine.
As it gives a gasely glare.

A look of panick.

Striken by thoughts of loss.

This was its meat.

It now owns this grusome, saveged piece of, chicken

It was rather barbarik.

I go to the loo.

Only to catch the scavenger.

Spraying my bottle of boss aftershave like its going out of fasion.

Ime getting wound up at this cruel greed.

I give a piercing look.

A look of discust.

It,leaves me to use the toilet.

FLush the bog.

Back to my living room.

The fuckers going through my roaches now.

Checking for any sighns of shrapnel,of bud left.

As the fucker has smocked all the hash.

DRUNK my booze.

Ate my food.

And so on.

Now the foul greed has been met.

Its,up streching.
Yawning. content on my behalf.

"Ok to pop round tommorow m8"

YES YOU GREEDY FUCK.

And right on cue the fucks back round.

And the same old story.

Untill that was.

I asserted myself.

And put a stop to it.

JESUS,i wasnt going to let this foul pig,dry me out.

FUCK NO.

The fucker would have the boxers of me if he could see them.

Can i shag your girlfriend.

But yea ponses or greedy people who think the world ows them,

Take,snatch,take,.

And its always one way traffic.

One day i was on my ass.

SKINT.

It, pops round i ask has he a rolly (ciggerate).

Ah, sorry m8 aint got any.

I only catch him out my window smoking as he walks off.

Walks off into the horizon.

And i hope he just keeps on walking.

FUCK IT IF YOU CANT FLY TO THE MOON, THEN FUCKING WALK IT.

Then youve got your tight fucks to.

 But thats another story.

DOWN IN MEDWAY

Down in medway.

Their black and  blue.

Pink with blonde perocsides too.

Clowns of gold.

hula hoop earings.

Oh down in medway.

Oi fuck off you.
you wanna talk about that.

Your not from round here.
ime scared of you.

But we dont talk about that.

falling apart classics.
Ide like to talk about that.

Talk over.
CRACK on crack pipes.

Shite on the lawn.

Violence in high streets.

And girls withdrawn from crack till dawn.

More crack on crack pipes.

With a little smack sprinkled on top.

But if your looking for a cheap song.

The med will entertaine you.

ILe be waiting.
As far as pos, to keep the fuck away from you .

OOOOH
DOWN IN MEDAWAY.

CUSTOMS FROM AFAR

Funny how they catch there tip off.
And take photos of cockiness.

As they proudly prescent 100 kilos of hash.

But never get the larger mule behind.

"YES WE HAD A MAGNIFICENT TIP OFF."

"LEADING TO THE CURRNET ARREST OF SO & SO."

"ALL IN ALL, TO OUR TRIUMPH".
"WE CEASED A STAGERING 100 KILO OF GANJA".

"BUT UNFORTUNETLY, LITTLE DID WE REALISE THAT BEHIND THIS SICK INDIVIDUEL,
WHOS UNDER A VEST .

NO,NO SORRY IT WAS A JACKET.

BUT YES 5 TONS OF HEROIN WENT PAST US ON A MADDA FUCKIN TRUCK.

"WHAT TO DA FUCK, TO DA FUCK"

"IME VERY PISSED OFFF ER NOW" FUCK

"WE TOO COULD NOT A BELIEVE IT"

"THE WOOL HAS BEEN PULLED ONCE AGAINE"

"thank you god bless, amen, god bless."

AND GOOD BYE......

RCK1
KENNY MOORE........