Songs of Innocence and Depravity Siren Song We love each other as men ne-ver could. Consumed with passion for each we love. And do-ting-ly, By false means we share. We feast upon the vi-gil. Crying only songs of love. And ten-der-ly, We have each other so . . . (From The Tragic Amours of Erysichton) Blocked Up No matter how hard I push I get nowhere. Push. Push. Push. Nothing. I can feel the blood swelling now. Building up. This is the worst thing that has ever happened. Pain. I'm losing consciousness. I must keep on pushing. The end is in sight. I can feel it coming now. Onwards into the abyss. I'm getting nowhere. Here it comes. Relief. (From The Tragic Amours of Erysichton) The Bin Man He takes out the rubbish. He's looking pretty sluggish. I think he needs a pee. I'll offer him some tea. I can't do anymore of this. I really need a piss. I want to go home. I need to use the phone. (From . . .) A Bin Man’s Comfort Drifting bin-man drinks, Haunts gladly, ancient girls sob; Brightly, childishly. (From . . .) Slick Rick There was an Old Pedo of Bangor, Whose face was distorted with anger; When not in a pram, He decided to SPAM, That dirty Old Pedo of Bangor. (From . . .) Speak Not of Your Suffering Huddled close and sheltered from above; The winds streak through The broken passage. Dressed like beggars, new born; Blinking in the artificial sun Minds absent of a better day. Weened on half-truths; Dillusioned, with thought Of life's travails. The heat of summer and furious winter; Are each theirs and in between Each year taking little forth. Away from here, close by; The same blind youth Are cut from their mother's womb. (From . . .)