i done graffiti in a lightning storm a shemale jesus christ reborn a limelight lover since my teens when i would star in child porn but say it now and i’ll yawn libra rising capricorn mild whore of wild form sleep at four to rise at dawn sweet and all but she’s a little bit unpredictable she can talk she’s committed to being whimsical particular with her fibs and all an idiot doing bits unlawful half her exploits seem admittedly to be fictional my diagnostic roster’s got a panoply of acronyms from hyperactive batty bitch to post-traumatic manic kid and half of it’s been did to me and half of it’s inherited and half of it’s a laugh and i’m not sorry for the meds i did when i did then i woke up on a psych ward quite sore found me a sharpie in a side drawer right bored wrote good morning all on the whiteboard nice thought then i rubbed it off and wrote shite whore eyesore signed it with initials like a high score my lord escaped away into the nightfall might call but the whole event has been a right nause you’re gonna spit in my face i’m gonna bite yours a sauce and a sorcerer gone from pauper to pauperer i’m an audible torturer you’re the poor little auditor and i’m awkwardly courting ya on a course to be awkwarder so gorgeous i’ll order ya that i’m more and more gorgeouser i’m a mad cunt i’ll have lunch off your man’s bum he’s handsome he’s had some with the mandem and we have fun get random and attract em with a cap gun a rap song and a fast one thanks hon gotta make a solid entrance i won’t pay your sodding penance sorry for the sodden panties promise you i’ll launderette them sorry know we’re rotten tenants least you know i’m awful pleasant first to go to trouble for a friend but i deplore you peasants i'm innately better than you matey i'm insanely irate at a baby i'm inanely explaining i'm crazy imma name thee a pagan with rabies this is not a gimmick i’m not getting paralytic i am not a mimic biting isn’t my beginning got the clothes i’m in it’s mighty fine i’m coping innit wrote a dodgy lyric but i can’t afford to bin it don’t suppose you want to hear it

little brain zaps and a pain at my brain that’s a way back to a place that i stray back occasionally but i may pack a day bag and say that i’m great thanks in a way that conveys man remains crap gay trans insane yat a crazed gal away back she’s danger great fat failure faking her way past the straight path the main drag i get paid and parade in a maybach with a great stack of fake cash underweight bags of grade and in ray-bans that’s straight rap (wait) traps are gay that’s a great laugh i play jack of all trades and it’s a shame that a mate has my 8 grams a spray can and a grey hat no takebacks erase that it played bad to the main fans the age bracket 8 to 80 are all making do i’m saying truth i’m off my meds don’t underestimate my hate for you i wake up sweaty and ready to edit unhealthy epidermis with many a parallel redness you better bet it’s worth it god i’m through with life on watch for suicide tryna find a new-ish type of bladed article failing hard and all scratch that i’m a dab hand with a glass shard had to smash a bottle of jack it wasn’t that hard got it taken off me and damn it’s not that bad rahhh acting like i’m slashing my wrists didn’t get that far ashing a cig spitting a wank bar my whole world’s coming apart don’t even start with me earth’s crumbling hard slit up an artery my words come from a bard, spitting a bar to me lines in a verse i’m in a hearse trying to find the words to purge my life of this curse i tried it’s worthless trying to worsen til it kills me off crying it hurts searching my purse to pop the pills i’m off dying’s harder than you think but the brink is a looker so i neck a bev and then i stick my head in the cooker psychiatrically actually i’ve a couple of screws loose i have matter-of-factually quite a number of blue moods i am axiomatically like a hundred of you dudes i’m about to go happily diving under a choo-choo i’m irascible lately like an actual baby or a manacled lady who is massively crazy manically maybe passively slating family days in fancy estates frankly happily waiting for a bastard to save me ha that’s a daydream wasting away haven’t ate in days and the pace is relentless like what i’m living off my face is apprenticed to my selfish homunculus my illness my wellness seems so very far away when i’m like this im seeping very fast away when i’m like this creeping very far no way to deny this it’s crisis i’m really trying hard to reply with as much as i can muster but it doesn’t cut the mustard so i cluster pills in piles and suck them up with utmost gusto had enough no ahh fuck no take to bed and break bread with me out of luck no still stuck though keep your head and take your meds with me

think hard like socrates bars like odysseys swear down like hippocrates doctor please i’m onto these new meds they haven’t helped i took a lot of these put a lot of cuts in me funnily enough it seems what an oddity knock em off with no apologies spilling t like prophecies in leaves professor please i profess a need for confession my guilty conscience begging on its knees what i’ve seen’d make a copper bleed out the eyes but not me don’t know what you mean honestly probably dodging the aristocracy i oughta be under lock and key why is nobody stopping me i’ve gotten free you alter me i’ll fold and be your fucking psaltery

notification like an omen of ravens message asking me for company and come quick please i haven’t cut i haven’t used but there’s an element of urgency nothing left to do but uber up to the emergency a message in the car she’s been starving herself for four days straight plainly insane call nine nine nine no i’m fine has an apple juice capful it dribbles down she can’t hold the bottle now a nice way to die maybe i miscalculated something i’m saying i’m great a fine state shaking and slurring words cool to the touch verging on cold moves like an old dear if she moves at all whole body hurts was it worth it i’m urging her version of events to line up with mine to align better with fact fact is you fucked it evident that that is enough this can’t go on shouldnt’ve half so long i bare so much in front of you what have i done to you to merit this response from you babe i’m onto you if you think this is what i want to do then you’d be on the money funny that i’ve got a solemn task but so does everybody got a lot to do god i’ve got a lot to do gotta wonder who’s looking after me and you i’m looking after you you’re looking after me and two are looking after three and all of us are looking after we are passing round the same ten quid ad infinitum passing round the therapists that won’t deny us passing round the same old tricks there is a bias to how we help ourselves before eachother frequent fliers on the airline of nearly dying i’m trying to tell you something i’m nearly crying i’m lying i’m well who’s coming drumming a drum coming undone at the seams humming along jumping at something no one sees it isn’t meant to be contagious but an epidemic scratching down to dermis like a plague rat i’m allegedly excited for the day i can retire from unpaid nursery i asked for help they had a look but it was cursory this can’t go on shouldn’tve half so long i’m running out of my resources done a runner no-one saw it so i floored it all the way to bristol road and thought i’d bought it played in traffic made a habit of the static shock i’d get from coming close to dying swarmed around by corvids or it’s will and testament final torturous bit of corpus they abhor us caught in choruses excoriating corpses there’s nothing left of us to hate if you’re ignoring us there’s nothing left of us to stay the course the war’s enough a cause enough to pin up to my chest and more i’m drawing blood i need a fucking army look around and darlings you’re enough awful stuff pull the plunger back and now you’re drawing up testosterone or something else underwhelmed but fuck it helps a bossa nova bumping ever under weather but it’s else a plaster on a sucking wound half of all my fucking tunes are hard to make but fucking true aftermath it’s fucking you again mistakes and other news and scars and there’s no other you no none of you replaceable i’ll keep on my wake-up call a life spent putting fires out with nobody who’s saving yours this can’t go on it shouldn’tve half so long it couldn’t have after one thing happened god it wouldn’t have lasted what it shouldn’t have started it’s carving chunks out of my head i would’ve prefered it didn’t it’s starting to be much harder to see i could’ve predicted this and it’s agony lately had to sustain the pain i’m happily waiting it can’t go on it can’t go on it can’t go on it can’t it can’t go on it can’t go on it can’t go on it can’t i can’t go on i can’t go on i can’t go on i can’t for i am one who can’t go on i can’t go on i can’t but i’ve begun to write a song there’s nothing done so i’ll go on

summer’s over put your shades away and face today shanah tovah now the fall is falling faster every day leaves are ochre paper pavements papiér maché their sombre sober morbid corpses litter bridleways the idle days slipped right away i wanna spit a eulogy for summer days in clouds of haze still blazing through the stupor see i’m stupidly nostalgic for a stagnant state of stasis but i’m due to be without it so i’ll bag the grade and make it to the past again and laugh it’s hard again but we were harder then hearth and home nothing i wouldn’t give again to be with them back now just gone the town has rung the bells the war has ended so what’s just begun is peace i guess but how the fuck am i supposed to spend it head distended, tried to bend the rules rent them instead it’s neverending, i regret it’s true yet i don’t get it heaven-sent this is my message every letter alphabetic bet it’s better than the ever-changing wetter weather it’s sweater weather get your vest, now we’re getting better it’s sweater weather get your friends now we’re getting better but even with the leaves and rain i strive and strain to claw back portions of a portrait of a summer scene but all proportions are distorted the autumn all-commanding awe-inspiring awful courses through the halls and doors and all in all i’m torn apart by horses these forces order me they’re fucking me it’s fucking sordid or did all the orbs in orbit talk and get my fucking sorted fucking autumn bloody nora i’ll ensure your memories of summer storms and warmth replace the fall’s endorphin elegies but there’s not that much a mind can stand to sweep under the rug and i should know my sweepings fill a barber’s floor up twice as much i should go my weeping’s still a harder flaw to try and cover i’d rather go to sleep but i’m doing shit and why another autumn’s come i’m awful glum i grit my teeth and bear it so adore your lover gnaw the summer spit the seeds and swear it’s going great i’m going sane i’m showing stages 1 through 5 but into rain i go i’m gaining though i’ll make it just in time for winter

least fuckin wanted by the CID gotta be fuckin honest of my deeds unclean there are few we promise that are really awful there’s a few been profitable none are unlawful so bait i could blaze up an eighth in the station raising a haze made of grade and some patience blatantly raging at baker street bacon patently traitorous pagans a grimy limey you can try me if you're likely i like a fight me i'm kinda slight but nice and wiry lithe and lively don't shanghai me fight politely cause i'm kind and kindly i’m highly trying come and try me yeah i’m new to this so go find someone new to diss cos my youthfulness does not imply i’m stuperid cos my stupidness has nothing much to do with this oh well i guess i’m doing this i don’t know what i’m doing shit i gotta break the law before the law can break me i'm gonna make a chorus that's inordinately catchy they can't catch me i'm a nause to chase me too gorgeous to be caught my man the law just aint me i'm a neerdowell but i'm doing good gonna bear through hell like i knew i would i’d like to be abiding but unfortunately i gotta break the law before the law can break me i don’t wanna front but i don’t know what i wanna do i don’t gotta front when the front i front is fuckin true i’m a loose woman loose cannon new hoodlum cute madam do gooder true bad’un oxymoron knew that’un go home after this and i’m no virgin to perversion fuck boys off of grindr fuckboys on my burner fucktoys in my boudoir yin yang i’m a yearner click clack wearing prada click bang get a burner this track’s a palaver mismatched and uncertain what exactly you’re after this that or the third’un keep twitching the curtain if you catch me you’re the first’un this yat’s getting started tell them rahh int she a hard bitch but she raps like a Starkid can you parse it she’s an art kid and it’s apt to be large-ish not too far it’s a bizarre trick and this gang isn’t narcing not in our midst or we’d carve him a new one tell him do one where are you son this is 0121 i'm about a bit, i'm not very road and my bars are shit i'm about a bit of fun a few notes and the art of it i'm allowed a bit of money you know but I can't admit i'd rather be allowing it and honey you know that i can't commit i been some places seen some shit and done it too some i couldn't say not even if i wanted to and some i couldn't not say something i gotta do but what it's worth i'll say my shit i just can't guarantee it's true i gotta break the law before the law can break me i'm gonna make a chorus that's inordinately catchy they can't catch me i'm a nause to chase me too gorgeous to be caught my man the law just aint me i'm a neerdowell but i'm doing good gonna bear through hell like i knew i would i’d like to be abiding but unfortunately i gotta break the law before the law can break me