Monthly Archives: August 2012

The Odd Dodgy Shag

So you go out to get spangled

and end up getting mangled

Dance the night away and pull some bloke

You wake up the next day with him

with a memory that’s way too dim

and you regret it, so it’s rape

Is that a joke??!!

Ok, so there are a few predatory types

who are out to fill up a bed for the night

Sipping on coke and watching for the wobble and high

but most are out for the same craic as you

so if he’s off his head when you lead him to your bed

does that make you a rapist, too??!!

I first heard cries of ‘rape culture’

from the ‘I must have a cause’ vultures

They must be so proud of their creation

Shame they can’t make up their minds

It’s either ‘rape is rape’ or there’s different kinds

though drunken sex won’t ever warrant that definition.

 Most of us have had the odd dodgy shag

and bitched about the whole stud versus slag

but unless you’re spiked, you’re responsible for what you stick in your face

Education needs to work both ways

so drop ‘all men are bad (except for the gays)’

and stop insulting those who really have been raped!



Status isn’t real

and basing everything you feel

on what the neighbours see is mental

Everything you seek to be

in residential harmony is fake

down to the Waitrose on your plate

and the stain upon your fence

but still your brain does not relent

from telling you that this stuff matters

but you yourself are just the tatters

of a child who once did dream

of more than tableware and finest cream

upon the tart

designed to fire a jealous heart

and bitter compliment

and feed a charged resentment..

deliberate with its intent.

I get the love to hate game

but you have to draw a frame

around it

Keep the boundaries clear cut

and know your chosen target

but make it mean something

and match the colour of your dreams

or let them be forever green

and meaningless –

never real or keen for less

than spoonfed motivation

from some embroidered, framed quotation

sitting on your wall that’s newly

decorated with up-to-the-minute truly

not you gone tomorrow chic

to mither cliques

that either judge you

or begrudge you.