Ant Smith

All poems

Strange girl

You are
A bi-o-logical mistake
You are
a blot upon the
Landscape
The world can
well do
Without the
Likes of you

N’ time waits
For no-one
N’ no-one
Waits for you
N’ you think
That that is strange
But I know
Know it’s true
S.T.R.-A.N.G.-E, Strange-girl
S.T.R.-A.N.G.-E, Strange-
S.T.R.-A.N.G.-E, Strange-girl
S.T.R.-A.N.G.-E, Strange-

You are
A little de-ranged
I see it
In the games that you play
It’s almost
As if their’s no bra-in
To guide your
Your sense of shame

I Would
Like to purchase
A Genetic
Puncture kit
Just to
To try ‘n’ fix
Fix up
How you tick, tick, Tick, tick, tick

N’ time waits
For no-one
N’ no-one
Waits for you
N’ you think
That that is strange
But I know
Know it’s true
S.T.R.-A.N.G.-E, Strange-girl
S.T.R.-A.N.G.-E, Strange-
S.T.R.-A.N.G.-E, Strange-girl
S.T.R.-A.N.G.-E, Strange-
You are strange
Oh so strange
A little de-ranged-girl
You are strange, strange, strange
Oh so strange