life online

by damommza & sunovawot

my stories and my memories
are saved unto the cloud
I know them all by heart and
I can restore “password allowed”

the files have all transferred there
my books, the songs, downloads
they are completey safe as
you’ll never hack the code

I’ve tried to send my soul as well
but the bandwidth is too small
I’d also need to encrypt it
behind a firewall

If I want to monitor
my memory or my RAM
I’ll just be sure to delete
all that crappy spam

when my browser isn’t flaming
and I know it’s a screenshot
I’ll save my memories of you
as you’re not a computer bot

please note before you proceed
to move your life online
the rules you must comply with
and things will be just fine

no love or laughing permitted
while you are a guest in the cloud
no memories that might be disturbing
in fact no emotions allowed

so now that you are settled
your life’s upload is complete
make sure everything is backed-up
before someone hits “DELETE”


the murder mile

save me a space on the murder mile
i’ve worn out my welcome here for a while
while custom and habit may cover most sins
i’d not be around when the fighting begins
and though it’s been said that i’ve lost my touch
for any that know me that’s not saying much
so save me a space and i’ll be with you soon
carrying my fears like a fiddler her tune

the nightmare is coming and each to his own
the beggar his hovel the princeling his throne
but my place was stolen from under my feet
by one night of passion and a life of deceit
so preach me a sermon of life love and death
and i’ll sing your praises with my final breath
and when it comes down to it you’ll see me smile
as i take a place on the murder mile


Christmas, lord it’s Christmas, and there’s nothing you can do
but to pray to any passing god that you can struggle through
you have no choice at all it seems, a servant to your fate
just dancing decorously round the people that you hate

have another sandwich dear, perhaps a piece of cake
your stomachs full, your back is sore, your smile muscles ache
and that is it, you’ve had enough, you scream leave me alone
you storm right out, and slam the door, then go home on your own

and home is as you left it, the precious balm of peace
there’s nothing could be better to bring you sweet release
and as you sit yourself down, and take a sip of beer
you promise that you’re staying home at Christmastime next year


come he told her gently
and reached out for her hand
follow in my footsteps
we’ll reach that magic land
where all the elves are feisty
and Santa mighty pissed
the reindeer are all bolshie
and Rudolph’s sorely missed
he went out for a tinkle
we told him don’t be long
but he has not returned yet
which buggers up the song
so Donner’s wearing greasepaint
and Blitzen a false nose
but neither one is working
so Santa can’t use those
the toy shop has been burnt down
destroying all the toys
but at least there is no shortage
of coal for naughty boys
and Santa won’t stop drinking
he’s on his second crate
so sadly we must tell you
this year Christmas is late


az ai sit adn contemplayt tehm
teh frenshipz ai haz lost
teh daez adn nietz of mornin
taht eech such partin cost
ai can luuk bak throo teh memreez
sum paynful uvverz sweet
adn cownt eech wun a blessin
awl viktree noe defeet
adn ai can tel teh wurld tu
lern for tehir soelz sayks
wun dae of luvvin frendship
iz wurf a milly-un hartayks

xmas? yeah, right

by damommza & sunovawot

The shopping is over
The wrapping is done
I’ve made lots of cookies
And eaten every one
The stockings are hung
By the chimney with care
I’m off to the gym
Before I outgrow this chair….

the shopping’s not done yet
the wrapping’s a chore
I ain’t making cookies
’cause cooking’s a bore
the stockings are holey
the chimney is blocked
I’ll forgo the gym ’cause
the bar is well stocked


lift your head up Frederick, lift it up my son
the world was not made just for you, but for everyone
it hurts me when I see you down, but it is not my place
to try to lift you up again, you must run your own race

stake your claim now Frederick, stake your claim my child
the world is full of ignorance, and monsters running wild
sing a song of desperation, try to stand up tall
and if you do not make it, well it matters not at all


Brangwyn sang the pretty songs
the ones I wrote for her alone
for every verse of mine she sang
she’d sing another of her own

she sang of love and of desire
sang of beauty ‘neath the skin
of how one kept the other out
and how one let the lover in

Brangwyn sang with all her might
and how I loved to hear the sound
but Brangwyn left me not by choice
to sleep forever in the ground

Brangwyn sang the pretty songs
and I would sing in harmony
now my voice is cracked and broken
who will sing my songs with me