some words. often too many.
My gruff and indistinct words
bare the mark of resentful lungs
that hate me evermore as I take another drag
on what’s left of my cigarette.
I’m lost to a familiar bliss
and am momentarily out of mind,
vacant to social taboos
that would have otherwise prevented me
from blowing smoke into a child’s face.
She was crying now
I’d need another cigarette.
jump for joy
jump for me
(I like to watch people jump
just as much as joy)
jump to hell and back
jump helen of troy
jump helen mirren
beside helena bonham carter
jump queen to jump jack after
jump helen keller
she won’t know
plus no-one could tell her
jump cinderblocks
jump cinderella
jump with one shoe to lost property
jump the queue to the vip
jump jack flash
dance jump style
jump ship
jump around
jump up jump out
and get drowned
I’ll jump out and find somewhere to park
don’t jump the gun or
jump the shark
the waters not cold
just jump in
white men can’t jump
black men can’t swim
jump out of your chair
jump out of your skin
jumping in at number one
is jump by van halen
I get hot-headed sometimes
usually when I’m wearing hats
I heat the roof to stave away the cats
apparently they’re not too fond of hot tin
I got some glaswegians to stop them coming in
but I can’t be sure they’ve clocked in
cas after all who watches the scotchmen?
kenny rogers just dropped in
says his lodgers are starting to cost him
I told him that before he calls the cops in
he should call michael myers first
voice of shrek and face of kirk
he might be a killer
but he married an axe murderer
I can’t say I know her
cas I’ve never even heard of her
but she must get lonely at the end of october
samcooney 