something alot of people dont know about me is i write poetry
i mostly write it for therapy, to get feelings off my chest
anyway i wrote this one about anger
it's called "angry"....or, (feet)

Sometimes... Sometimes I get a bit angry,
But you couldn't tell.
No you couldn't tell,
unless you looked real closely.

Sometimes I get a big angry.
But it's alright,
yes it's alright,
because I keep it out of sight.
Inside,
deep inside.

I breast-fed until I was 9.
Which my ...(QUACK)... Doctor, says is fine.
And he also thinks I'd deal with anger better
if I wrote about myself in a poem or a letter.

My mother was a ...(STUPID FUCKING BITCH)... caring lady.
She taught me all I know.
Although i was a little slow,
she never gave up,
she never let me ...(SLUT)... slide down.
Although she spent a lot of time
at the neighbours house when my dad was out of town.

I didn't walk 'til I was 7,
or talk 'til I was 10.
But neither did Napolean,
according to my ...(QUACK FUCKING)... doctor.
Who has certificates in frames
to substantiate his ..(DODGY FUCKING)... claims.

My father left my mother,
for the love of a ...(POONTANG)... nother.
And I have a ...(BASTARD)... brother
who I've never really known.
Because m'dad moved up to Queensland
and he dosent have a (BULLSHIT YOU FAT FUCK)... telephone.

In primary school I had trouble making ...(ASHTRAYS)... friends.
An issue which has become somewhat of a trend.
The origin of which I cannot pretend
has not perplexed me.
Although my ...(QUACK, FUCKING)... doctor says it's cool
and that loads of ...(FAT PRICKS ... FUCK YOU! IM NOT FAT)... kids at school
have problems with communication.
And that a course of medication
would be wise,
And combined with more honest self-expression,
could help me with my issues with emotional repression.
And at 190 bucks a session,
I think I'll take the ...(THIEVING, QUACK, BASTARDS)... lovely chaps advice.

So I quite like ...(PORN)... Photography.
And books on ...(GUNS)... History.
and I'd like to be a ...(POLITICIAN)... vet.
And I feel as I get older,
I'm more in control of my violent tendencies
and when I die ...(KILL)... die
I'll have no regrets

And I feel that all this writing is really ...(POOFY)... exciting,
and my ...(QUACK, DOC, QUACK, FUCKING)... Doctor would be proud.
Because I feel a lot less angry,
and I'm saying stuff out loud,
and I'm letting anger out.

Like today in our last session;
when I taught the ...(QUACK)... cunt a lesson.
'cuz he said I'm not progessing,
said I wasn't moving forward.
So I said, "well let's see how you move without your fucking legs."

And I tied him to his chair,
and I pulled out my machete.
And I listened to him beg,
And then I cut his fucking feet off.
And while he lay there bleeding,
I used his feet...
to kick him in the head.

Thankyou ...GIGGLING CUNTS... very much.

f you really loved me the way you say you do
If you love me half as much as I love you
You would pluck a planet from the sky
You’d use a star to dot the “i”
In I love you… that is what you’d do
You’d take a cloudy sky and you would paint it blue
If you loved me unconditionally
It’s the very least you’d do for me

You know I need you
Like a fish needs the sea
Like a fire needs oxygen
Like a flower needs a bee
But if you really care for me
You’d let me video you while you wee
Standing up in the bath, I shouldn’t even have to ask
Perhaps you’ll even store a little more in a flask
These are just the things that people do
When their love for one another is true
Doo doo doo

We go together
Like a cracker and Brie
Like racism and ignorance
Like bling and R&B
But if you really want to show you care
You’d let me wear your underwear
When we go to your mum’s, for a bit of harmless fun
I just like talking about your childhood with lace between my buns
There’s no reason for a big to-do
If your love for me is really truly true

We go together
Like a bird and a nest
Like Internet and porn
Like guns and the US
And if you love me like you say you do
You’d purchase thirty cockatoos
And teach them to fly… in formation in the sky
And shit the words "Jack is God” on my ex-girlfriend’s Hyundai
Sure, it might be easier with doves
But shirking challenges is not what love

Is all about
Love is not all wine and roses
Sometimes it’s handcuffs and cheese
No-one said love is for free
And if you acknowledge that
You’d sing me Bible stories wearing nothing but your Bob the Builder hat
To the tune of waltzing Matilda
I just love the combination of Islam, nationalism and builder

Because I need you
Like a tick needs a tock
Like bananas need pyjamas
Like a nun needs cock
But if you want to put your love for me first
You wouldn’t go through childbirth
You’d agree to adopt so that you could stay thin
We’ll get a Chinese kid, it could teach us Mandarin
And communists don’t make as much noise
And they’re really good at sharing their toys

Because I dig you
Like an Aussie digs pies
Like Born-Agains dig Jesus
Like Jesus dug guys

And if you love me unconditionally
You’d do my tax return for me
Cos it’s way overdue, and I just don’t know,
I guess I’m self-employed but do I still pay as I go?
And does the threshold apply to me?
And should I register for GST
And if you love me unconditionally
You’ll let me video you while you wee?
Assuming there’s nothing worth watching on the ABC

This is my Earth
And I live in it
It’s one third dirt
And two thirds water
And it rotates and revolves through space
At rather an impressive pace
And never even messes up my hair
And here’s the really weird thing
The force created by its spin
Is the force that stops the chaos flooding in

This is my Earth
And it’s fine
It’s where I spend the vast majority of my time
It’s not perfect
But it’s mine
It’s not perfect

This is my country
And I live in it
It’s pretty big
And nice to walk on And the bloke who runs my country
Has built a demagoguery
And tought us to be fearful and boring
And the wierdest thing is that he is
Conservative of politics
But really rather radical of eyebrow

This is my country
And it’s fine
It’s where I spend the vast majority of my time
It’s not perfect
But it’s mine
It’s not perfect

This is my house
And I live in it
It’s made of cracks
And photographs
We rent it off a guy who bought it from a guy
Who bought it from a guy
Whose grandad left it to him
And the weirdest thing is that this house
Has locks to keep the baddies out
But they’re mostly used to lock ourselves in

This is my house
And it’s fine
It’s where I spend the vast majority of my time
It’s not perfect
But it’s mine
It’s not perfect
But it's mine

This is my body
And I live in it
It’s 31
And 6 months old
It’s changed a lot since it was new
It’s done stuff it wasn’t built to do
I often try to fill it up with wine
And the weirdest thing about it is
I spend so much time hating it
But it never says a bad word about me

This is my body
And it’s fine
It’s where I spend the vast majority of my time
It’s not perfect
But it’s mine
It’s not perfect

This is my brain
And I live in it
It’s made of love
And bad song lyrics
It’s tucked away behind my eyes
Where all my screwed up thoughts can hide
Cos God forbid I hurt somebody
And the weirdest thing about a mind
Is that every answer that you find
Is the basis of a brand new cliché

This is my brain
And it’s fine
It’s where I spend the vast majority of my time
It’s not perfect
But it’s mine
It’s not perfect
I’m not quite sure I’ve worked out how to work it
It’s not perfect
But it’s mine