Scum-sucking

Leeches

Washed up on beaches

Took my toll

On rock and roll

Blush Chuck Berry

I am very

Beat

You’re heartless

What pumps your blood?

Can’t hear the thud

I’ll lend you mine

All I got is rhyme

Lost my job

My ability

Silly me

I should have asked God

To switch me off

The ringing

Let’s me know it’s real

No deal to be made

Too disabled

Organised by lot

You’re broken

She left me

When she heard the news,

 so I sing the blues

No guitar

I can’t drive car

Push my arse in wheelchair

Icare don’t care

Not part of solution

I fell into a trap

White men shouldn’t rap

Or jump

Feel my heart beat

Vibrate the street

Can I have a sip?

And can I come

On Nigella’s tits

While playing

Right Said Fred’s

Greatest hits

Say she is too sexy

For a shirt

She is so sexy it hurt

Worse than

Your curse

Dylan hiding

In verse

Improvise

To rehearse

I fell into a trap