Showing posts with label tribute. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tribute. Show all posts

Tuesday, 17 February 2015

Keyboard Warrior


Keyboard warrior,
On the plains of the Internet.
Stride forth, brave soul.
Keyboard warrior,
With a pain that you can't forget.
Your words shine like gold.

Take my handle
Guide me by the light of your candle
Through the darkest thread
I follow The Warrior's tread.

Keyboard Warrior!
Figure with a thousand names.
Keyboard Warrior!
Walking through the flames.
Keyboard Warrior!
Is born and dies every day.
Keyboard Warrior!
Your belief will fly you far away!

Keyboard warrior
Protects the innocent:
You are my shield.
Keyboard warror,
Your ultimatum has been sent,
and the foe gallops through the field.

Don your mail
Give them hell!
And with every post
You strike at the heart of the host.

Keyboard Warrior!
Figure with a thousand names.
Keyboard Warrior!
Walking through the flames.
Keyboard Warrior!
Is born and dies every day.
Keyboard Warrior!
Your belief will fly you far away!

And if my soul
Should fall beside you
Will you find someone to blame?
But if my soul
Should fall within you
Will you spread word of my shame?
Of my sordid name?
Well, take aim:
The foe comes to maim!

Keyboard Warrior!
Figure with a thousand names.
Keyboard Warrior!
Walking through the flames.
Keyboard Warrior!
Is born and dies every day.
Keyboard Warrior!
Your belief will fly you far away!

Saturday, 5 October 2013

Shit Or Dirt Or Blood

Shit Or Dirt Or Blood

I was reading Bukowski again
when I noticed a fleck of
shit or dirt
or blood
on the page
and I thought
it fitted there
as good as
any word

Sunday, 15 September 2013

Bukowski Loathed

Bukowski Loathed

Leave us Chinaski
Leave us his racing slips and beer.
Leave us your model of what one shouldn't read
Grown amongst the flowers sits
A gnarled and wizened weed.

Oh you love to harp 
About how we should be
Don't you know
We are loathed
Loathed like Bukowski

Leave us with Henry
Leave us his factories and jails
Leave us your model of what one shouldn't do
When the clouds have passed your eyes
The sky will remain blue.

Oh you love to harp 
About how we should be
Don't you know
We are loathed
Loathed like Bukowski

Leave us Bukowski

Leave us Bukowski
Leave us his cigarettes and whores
Leave us your model of what one shouldn't be
The stars are dim, dim at day
But in the night they're free

Oh you love to harp 
About how we should be
Don't you know
We are loathed
Loathed like Bukowski