Sometimes you cannot score a root.

I said, in no uncertain terms, that I wanted his sex,
How can you be that polite about matters such (letter Fedex?),
Yes I panted and his keen, bespectacled eye ran over nouns,
Pump it, suck it, bend me over, much they frowns.

What do you do when all you want is sleaze and sin?
Rip the sh*t out of your psalms and line the bins,
I'm sorry and sorry and contrite but I can't go on,
'til Mister kiss does kiss my kiss and sighs Tuscon...

The morality of it: I was weeping still over the loss,
The loss of my Ma and Pa and breaking the ming vase heart,
He was warm and comforting and loving and ... well nice,
Not being perverse and keeping tones indicted vice.

O.K., I float .... I watched the cowboy jokes get busy so,
But I loved him purely and was natural to be J's Ho,
I just wanted to hold the F*cker for sh*ts sake, love 'im!
SORRY THO GOD*DAM HELL, I DID NOT SEE THE 699 TUHIIN!!

I saw the 2 x 666 in the contact numbers and laughed, pure devilry?
A bit of a Virgo wink and gayed me up shadowed out to chivalry?
He had a wife Jokester, I didn't mean to be this damn sold my pal,
F*ggot, Pooft*h, Fairy, Homo ............ GO TO HELL!!!!!

Hate the B*stard .... but never lose your mojo!
(Dedicated to all them who asked the question ... and to all them who did not ...)

Ms Monroe was a Godly Whore..

Marilyn rang Bobby K. to save her hand,
But fate was quick to see her go unto a grand,
Look, you don't tread paths that way without the soul,
Ms Monroe didn't coke around, she was The doll!

R.I.P. N.J. and get the f*ck off that grate now ........... sewerage updraft Babe!

The serious science of Courtney Love

I don't care that her mascara runs,
And the daughter saw her death time,
She could have killed old Kurt,
And run off with the pumpkin boy tonight.

Courtney has run a riot race and be that may,
Look at the way her flame dispersed and went away,
When we judge and think we know the answers now,
And see a witch for what she is, the dow...

Up and down and up and down counting out the dough,
Rollingstone and chucking mirrors at the M.L.Ciccone,
Love love love and writing notes to Paul Mcartney,
Lennon would have chucked to see the whore at party.

Suck it, f*ck it, luck it out and tear your brains,
Eric and Melissa and Patty and other bright stains,
Janz my Seattle blues and crack the whi[s in zone,
Love Hate Love Hate Love Hate ... derivative drone ....

Love you Ms Love ......... still

Goldie Hawn is my Mother

I don't have track marks and I don't do that speed sh*t at the fancy poker clubs,
You have a choice and you can be the Mister truth teller and be the serious one,
Or you can chill ... hey, what are the rules and where are you doing that sh*t!
She always said to me, follow the flow love grouper and be sure of what it is...

I broke the rules and I looked him in the eye (behind hands) and said 'screw me'!
There was a price to pay and I did not look up the ass of Oxford scholars, nope,
Cos I am an actress, yep, the oracle of Polish parts has spoken his stories,
If you look for even edges and the right answer and only the right one then Hell!

Why did the speeding car collect the post and the lady of the moon go tragic flame,
Why did those towers ignite and the Arab sheiks suck kisses with the white devil,
Why must I remember Ravensbruck and the way they tortured that lovely princess,
Why does Daniel Craig have angles that make the Martian spheres weep with stanzas.

The time may come when you fall off the wagons and break down that oaken door,
'Hey b*tch, I married you and will do the right thing but my cock wants new times!',
When Virginia Woolf screamed that she wanted her space and could not breath now,
The world did not inflame and the futures still spun and she won her right to die.

Goldie Hawn is my Mother and taught me how to be alive in taking away my drains,
The highlights of a fancy Vegas strip club and the pole dancing freakos with spice,
Relax and feel your way to the higher plains and never take a Quaalude with thee now,
And sit your laps in to a night of taken men and broken vows, where love shall weep.

A disclaimer ....

Welcome to the world of my self-indulgence ...
I write for me ...
Out it spews ...
I don't like your world ... perhaps
I am not really a fan of the dumb preeners on well lit pedestals
Yeah, but Cate's just one another Oscar!
Oh dear, a famous soccer star is dead from heroin ... praise him!
I see the 25,000 children in Africa who died slow deaths this week..
THAT is THE NEWS!!! Well, Bono, had a special concert in Copenhagen ...
THEN HE LEFT ON A F*CKING PRIVATE JET PLANE AND ATE AT THE HARD ROCK CAFE IN PARADISE!!
Well, maybe not exactly but his 'contribution' didn't even measure against his wealth!
But Barack and friends will save America!! First, lose the ego and the fancy manners!
Dance slow ... make love ... go backwards nine yards and feel for the unrequited sods..
And be polite ... and love the future.... and vote for the Democrats, cos Hollywood.

PLEASE WORLD, FORGET ABOUT THE GOLDEN GLOBES AND GEORGE F*CKING CLOONEY AND SAVE THE POOR CHILDREN WHO HAVE NOTHING, NOTHING, NOTHING!!!!!

THAT is the Love of GOD!! ..... All else is PANDERING!!! Be free and love the down trodden!!!!

Letter to John

Dear John ... (why does that sound immediately funny?),

Did you know that I looked up to you? I bet you did.. Did you know that my life had been destroyed as I lost my temper with a famous faggot and I got blasted by the Murdoch clan's sometimes politically correct papers? I bet you did.

Did you know that I asked you questions about life and smiled at you as you answered and opened up about you? ... I bet you did. Did you know that Alan, that stupid precious 'poof' was 'helping' me by letting me live at his house and that I paid stupid amounts for the privilege? Maybe you did? ...

Did you know that I was a bit 'damaged' and manipulated by your wonderful health system and that I never claimed to be perfect but just marched straight for your dick? I bet you did ... Do you know that I don't really live right and still think of you sometimes and maybe feel your strange lustings? Who the f*ck knows?

I would like to kick yo' corn pone ass then give it a kiss .. My another world completely ... twisted, and deranged and not something I know boy!!! I bet you did!!

Yours Faithfully Doctor Mister John Kenneth Perfectly Aligned With The Right Gods And Special Interest Groups For Now And Then ........... and kiss my ass baybee, I'm off to perve at the Playboy centrefold and smack whose hand? I bet YOU diD!!!