1355 - Nonsense sonnet 2

I meant to just write nonsense yesterday
So today I'll try again to write some
But wait, what shall I do? I'm on my way
It's now too late, I've already begun
Will those nonsense sonnets ever again
Sprout from my brain to fingers and to screen?
Or is it the case that my virtual pen
Refuses to obey this human being?
Can mind and body ever be a team?
Is it that I’m weak-willed, opting to stay
In the realm of sense, trying to conform
As much chance of that as becoming queen
Well, they say tomorrow's another day
Either that's obvious or it never comes...

1354 - Nonsense sonnet

It’s surely time for a nonsense sonnet
As nothing makes sense around me at all
Advancement comes from friendship, not merit
You lick arse every day, or else you fall
What’s the point of brains, we’re in the jungle
Scratching backs, picking fleas from off the boss
It’s time then to go ape, since we’ve bungled
Our chance to be better; admit it’s lost
And truth is banished; has been from the first
In normal society which is kept
In place by fear and sheer strength, by big balls
And tits, mesmerising the small. We’re tossed
Aside, trod on, a path for them to spit
As they cruise along, not bothered at all

1120 - You never miss your water

Set the alarm for the heart of the sun
Aren’t you the gigolo aunt, or are you
The man from uncle, ankles hurt when run
Oh marathon man, are you lonely too
Only the lonely long-distance will do
The long and winding road leads to whose door
Please light my fire, and relight it, Lulu
Lolo and Antoine, can you help me score
Mountain of coke, I’d do it, cos it’s there
Run run run, Lou, and also you, Jo-Jo Gunne
Happiness is a warm gun, Boogaloo
So rack off, Kylie, and Danii, you score
Nothing in the X Factor, and Simon
Cowell, oh well, Peter Green’s right on cue
Mon 28 Sept

1113 - Painted sky

It’s nice to be at home when I’m this tired
Not having a show to which I must go
And prepare for, or try to be inspired
No, I’ll just relax… Probably won’t, you know!
Maybe I’ll play a game of stone the crow
Or do some ironing, Byronically
Maybe turn on the taps, go with the flow
Or read me some Byron, ironically
Byron? Huh, I don’t think I’ve got any…
Hmm. I wonder if he tried a triad?
The evening sky, all orange purple glow
Darkens minute by minute, rapidly
It’s only 7:15, but retired
Alone here in my flat’s not that bad, no
Mon 21 Sept