Voicey

There is a voice that says grown men shouldn't wear ponchos.
There is a voice that says don't put peanut butter in porridge.
There is a voice that says my lfe is quite pointless;
how can I be satisfied until I've been sky-diving with dolphins?
There is a voice that says forget all this nonsense.

There is a voice,
Voice of the Void
- O Mr Death how do you like
your blueeyedboy?
There is a voice
& it is atrocious
l/ Moses' psychosis.
In the promised land we won't
hear no voices!

There is a voice: air-chambers don't boost
athletic performance.
There is a voice saying I shoulda
married Betty from Bowthorpe.
There is a voice howling love is gutless
from the seamy mangrove circus
of my selective unconscience.
There is a voice that says just forget all this nonsense.

There is a voice,
Voice of the Void
- O Mr Death how do you like
your blueeyedboy?
There is a voice
says I'm worthless
like satanic verses.
In the promised land we won't
hear no voices!

There is a voice: 'Some people should die, that's unconscious knowledge!'
(That was the vox of peripheral praying mantis adonis bollocks.)
There is a voice saying cleanse the streets
of every last one of them dirty slags
who to palm me off w/ lemon chicken
when I wanted duck l'orange.
There is a voice...
sell my soul to buy my own silence.