Rubbish

Much around me is rubbish. We can immediately rule out the excreant wave that defines my neighbours. My family are not rubbish. More to come.

Dark Days

I'm hearing voices but I'm drowning them out
With the music of water landing in whisky
I have no problems I've sourced them all out
To the horror film clown serving the whisky
Fire in my belly is forcing me out
Such company I make so long as I'm drinking
God only knows if I'll ever get out
At least I don't care so long as I'm drinking