PARTS OF THE BODY (WERE WE ONLY WORDS)

Were We Words Words stabbed me in the back struck me dumb
Soundly scolded
Wind knocked out of my lungs
I smiled
But only on the surface did I smile

Mine and yours stabbed me in the back struck me dumb

Scolded
Soundly scolded
I lapped it up

Lapped it up good Pretty Girl
Pretty good and pretty hard



Words are more powerful than the thought
The thought is slower than the steel
The eye is fast but

The steel gets there first

The steel



My Ma Ma Mummy Safety punched me in the chest
Soundly scolded
Wind knocked out of my sails
I smirked
But only on the surface did I smirk

You punched me in the chest

Scolded
Soundly scolded
I lapped it up

Lapped it up good Pretty Girl
Pretty good and pretty hard



Words are more powerful than the thought
The thought is slower than the fist
The eye is fast but

The fist gets there first

The fist

Be Ba Ba (Blacksheep) Beauty Girl slapped me across the face
Soundly scolded
Wind knocked out of my sails
I sniggered
But only on the surface did I snigger

You slapped me across the face

Scolded
Soundly scolded
I lapped it up

Lapped it up good Pretty Girl
Pretty good and pretty hard



Words are more powerful than the thought
The thought is slower than the fingers
The eye is fast but

The fingers get there first

The fingers



Me Ma Ma Mummy Masochist looked down upon me over my shoulder
Soundly scolded
Wind knocked out of my sails
I sighed
But only on the surface did I sigh

I looked down upon me over my shoulder

Scolded
Soundly scolded
I lapped it up

Lapped it up good Pretty Girl
Pretty good and pretty hard



Words are more powerful than the thought
The thought is slower than the fingers
The eye is fast but

The fingers get there first


The fingers

The fist

The steel

SWEET TERRORIST GIRLS (THIS IS HOW IT WENT)

Sweet terrorist girls, I drink to you...
youʼll never know the reason why.

Carrion, The Crow wonʼt alight,
or play some lewd cover.

All play some lewd cover.

Anyway, it’ll all happen again.

This is how it went.

The illustration used for this "song" was produced by A-Soma, © A-Soma 2012. Coloured by the artist David F. Brandon, 2012. The "song" was also written by me in the 1970's, except for the last line, which is also a contribution from A-Soma.

DELICATE, YOUR BODY TO SUCCOUR

Delicate, your body to succour, I smelt you; I smelt every intimate smell of you because I had smelt you, every intimate smell of you, and so I smell you, every intimate, private, delicious smell of you. I will smell you, every intimate inch of you, and every intimate smell of you.

I was going to smell you, every intimate smell of you, but you took every delicious scent from you away. I was going to smell you, but I can no longer.

Delicate, your body, I sensed you. I sensed every speeding beat of your heart because I had sensed you, every speeding beat of your heart, and so I succour you, every intimate, glorious speeding pulse of your heart. I will succour you, every intimate inch of you, at every soaring beat of your heart.

I was going to succour you, but you took every glorious speeding pulse beat away. I was going to succour you, but I can no longer.