Badge

At the start of this new job they gave me a badge
A simple unassuming little thing, show the guard at the front
Lets me in for the day, for the 9-5
But little did I know how one little badge, transforms your visage
Like a luchador in the annual forecast meeting
It makes fireworks out of a blade of grass…

…

BADGE! BADGE!! BADGE!!!
I sniff a badge in the ladge!
Flash your vag for the badge
Drop your collage and find the badge!
I hear the badges make for good dadage
Snag the badge to raise lil bradage
Badges in my Shakespeare notes
Badges in my psychology thesis
“Sir can I go home today?
I have the case of the badgelaria!”
Set to badges on my Tinder profile
Me mam said bag a good badge
Nadge that badge till he bladge!
Wadge myself in the way of the badge
Undress that badge in my imadge
Biladgely dictates I NEED THAT BADGE!

Seeing that plastic dangle
Makes a Nile from my palm lines
Apply the goo to my pours
Spike my spawns sippy cups
In hopes they get that Badge DNA in them
Tall, badge, and handgesome
Conditioned since the first Mizz monthly
Photocopies of the badge
Plastered all over my bedroom wall
Gotta have the badge
Gotta make bare badge
Betrothed to a badge or face suicadge
Hang it up on the fridge
Badge to my friends wedding
Badge to my work due
Badge to my dentist appointment
We can only live through the badge

– Lnc0

It’s 2015 [W.I.P]

I mulled over a amusing sight on my box today
A perfect time capsule in the form of trash daytime sitcoms
A youth archetype slung out into the streets
Pushed into the career safari of the ‘real world’

What a stretch from a world only 20 years since
Those who crave for success and for glory
And those who crave the sunlight and the air
Can never exist in tandem, never again

Cos it’s 2015, daddy dearest
And we can only grab success, stuck in our cages
Cos it’s 2015 Mummsie
And now a day spent in Vitamin D is a day wasted
Cos it’s 2015 Grandaddyo
And I’ve never felt more social then on the inside
Cos it’s fucking the 3rd of August 2015!
And an existence outside: now a sure sign of slacking off

– Lnc0

Snap Out Of It!

Those are some niiiiice D.I.Y walls
Gratified with paddys and tantrums
Covered with a moat of slat water
Making a mountain out of a molehill
For those delivering a pat on the back
A snap of the ear drum echoing through the throne room
Of should be’s a could off’s
Geez why would anyone bother?

You see, glee in it’s best form is like a magnet
Captivating those looking for it’s pull
No one gets energy from a sour mug
Maybe in a better world they’d come with the sirens
But my friend this is a broken world
So pucker up, a scarecrow job isn’t to attract
So stick your feelers out and suckle from all your fortunes
Cos right now your like a MRA in the MRI
Taking a jaw’s worth from your allies
No one here to help, just to elate

So blast the strobes on the fort walls
Fill the moat with spirits
Invites the whole world in
Cos isolation starts with an airtight portal
Snap out of it

– Lnc0

In Duality [W.I.P]

Another bitter passing on the digitised hall way
A chat to the entrepreneurs and golf owners
As I rest my head on my knees
On the glass floor below, dreading the work on the field
Another bitter taste of a dead brand
Her eyes fall like [bowling balls] on a bungee charity dive
The Greek alphabet in your alphabetti spaghetti?
She can’t believe her bloody rotten luck

I’m dishing out a bread crumb trail from myself
At the tail end of a royal family banquet
They ain’t got a damn thing on me anymore
The flake on the fussy kids whippy, leave on the side
It won’t bother us if none of it got on the cream
I heard you can get ones without if you just ask!
If I just asked, I bloody asked, I asked again and again
I made my body into a neon sign pointer
And pointed it to the decaying state of my cranium
I am defined by duality, it’s written on my face, I’m two-faced
But in the lonely throw of the night time
Selective sight seems to inflicted the whole nation
Can you change it? Will you change it?
If they just got to know me will the slots come up different?
No it’s a con, a fixed game all along, you knew that
I can’t help the visage of death knocking on my door
Even when hands tied in the love hotel
One side bloated, the other dying of hunger
Side-A a cringy love song, Side-B a nocturne of disappear
I live my life in fucking duality
A Summertime 7 inch with no bleak underbelly
It’s an ideal we’ve all been taught to crave
But what of us that live their lives in duality
The singularity leads to silent nights in
Staring at gluttony in action
One side fed, the other sacrificed to an Oxfam advert
I live my life with the burden of duality
A sentence to never be happy, a life of imbalance

– Lnc0

Irrelevant

Oh I’ve never felt so irrelevant in my life
Like a Scooby Doo sticker covered in fluff under the settee
Stuck gathering moss under the covers of the shadows
It’s been so bleeding long since I’ve set foot out here
With the humans, the social, the cultures, the oxygen
I can’t begin to relate to the models parading the streets
The pubs don’t sell my drink anymore
The bars don’t play my songs anymore
No one says ‘kicking about’ anymore
I don’t belong on the outside anymore

But I can’t stay secluded anymore
All my old roommates have left the couch by now
Not content with the dust they’ve entered their cocoons
Metamorphosed into a Footballer’s sticker
Paraded among many a child’s collection world wide over
I can only seem to shift into a Street Sharks set
At least it was warm under the chairs
On the streets, it’s cold and wet and full of dog piss

I remember the old days, the glory, the infamy
A heard of smiling faces to my left
A horde of sneering mugs to my right
Not even a eyebrow lift as a enter the room
They don’t welcome unfamiliarity
“That’s not the way WE have fun these days
Fun is experienced in this shape and form twat!”
They heckle and spill drinks on your shirt till you leave

I’m 22, not a 35 year old Bhs sales man
Unaware of the ways of the young hearts
Truffle Shuffling to the Harlem Shake
What happened? When did everyone get so cold
When did everyone stop having fun
When did I get so Irrelevant?

– Lnc0

Breaking Annual Tradition

Poka dot fastens, dolly shoes, white cozy warmers,
Outdated leather 2 for 15 leather belt, rapidly aging boat shoes,
Dime store bracelets and local band memorabilia,
A pile of evidence of the experiences and locals we’ve met in our lives
Reduced to a corusework final piece collage scattered on my floor
A rump and bump on the surface, a vial to survive inside

They look you up and down in disgust
They leave you to rot in the chambers
They cry when your not there at seconds notice
They groan when your insecure
They treat you like a whore
They rape you in the forest
Then they expect you to jump when they clap cos they’re bored
You hide behind a smile, why did you never tell me this before?

Don’t relent, don’t hold back
Paint me with every inch of your pain
Dig your nails into the cracks of my head
Smash your hips into my stomach
Crash your fist into my face
Paint disappear with my blood
Before pulling me up to chew into my throat
Discard me on to the carpet
Scream at me, demand some answers
Why? Why? Why are you treated this way?
What did you do? What have you done?

I come back to life and root my palms
Into the meadows of your hair
I place myself in between those gorgeous lips
And perform an improvised acapella
In a thin hope It could convey my devotion
Lets break the annual tradition
It looks like our little ceremony can’t wait
Lets pull up the bubble around us
Pretend there’s no world outside
Just our little council owned sanctuary
Not until you recalculate your value
Each step you take here puts me in the red
Each kiss you lay on my skin, is a villa sold
Each sway you perform on this frail body
That’s another European state in debt

Until that invoice is etched into your mind
We’ll drink as much Capri-Suns
And watch as many pastel overflows
Listen to as many Bubblegum drop hits
As your heart desires
You can stay nestled in my chest
And absorb the beats of my heart
For as long as you need

A follow up to ‘Lets Make This Annual’

– Lnc0

The Inconvenient Youth [Aggy first draft]

Oh man you hate me don’t you?
I feel the tremors your golden plated artificial organs
You look at me on the street like a living cancer
Toting rags we’ve masqueraded as fashion
Look at him with the shoes on his feet
Look at him with the charisma in his psyche
You feel it’s not enough isn’t it?
All that moola you make from leaching of papa’s gut
That 6 figure cash drop you did fuck all to earn
You deserve that more then I deserve the Tesco’s everyday on my plate

You hate me don’t you?
You hate the way I have to take charity to survive
Hate the way I can still thrive in my suffering
Despise the way I get more from my ability to converse
What you couldn’t get from your 12 inch Gucci branded magic hand
Designed to inspire kinship in the masses
A gap in your balance just to get people to know your alive
I can garner that shit with my plastic in the minuses

God you hate me don’t you?
Hate the way I crack your view of a perfect society
The way I make you afraid for the well being of your future kids
The way I crush the glasses and make you see
The carnage you leave in your wake in your pursuit of a comfy life
That pesky tax bill in the way of another TOWIE fitness DVD
That pesky tax in the way of florescent lights for your car
That pesky tax bill that can save someone from sleeping on the gutters
That pesky tax bill that us ‘frauds’ have to fucking cough up on too
Semi-luxury? Fuck I’d hate me too

Shit man you reeeaalllyy hate me right?
I’m just another number on your balance sheet
Just another raindrop on your conscience right?
Remember when we could just gorge gorge gorge without can fucking guilt?
God I’m such a nuisance I feel it
Every one with paper in their wallets patrolling the streets
I see it in their looks they want me dead
If I was murdered in my sleep that’s one less kid on the dole
If I stopped breathing that’s more tax to go on the MP’s new car
If my heart stopped beating that’s one less vote against the wealthy

Stop the fucking pleasantries you HATE me I know it
You’d love nothing me to see me layed out on the streets
Choking on the air begging for crumbs
Fuck why even wait?
Come round at night and choke me in my bed
Smell that fucking tax cut as you feel the oxygen leave my trachea through your fingers
See the life drop from my eyes hear me choke in my sleep
But fuck it just another bum on the dole right?
Another less student to demonize
One less to antagonize when you learn they don’t align with the blue
One less to blame for your shit grades and crappy job
One less too force into the labour you wouldn’t do for gold, for just peanuts

Fuck your background or your family name
You fucking hate me but we’re the fucking same!
The destroyed youth squirmed under the heel of a boot
How can you not feel sympathy for your like?
When young people aren’t even on young people’s side what the fuck is wrong with everything!?
Who the fuck isn’t an enemy around here anymore?

– Lnc0

Attached [2015 Edit]

Teetering on your chair, toting a mugshot
That only your hitman could reveal in
On the night where the skies opened and the piss flowed
The shine clawing it’s way through the clouds, the night
To place a spotlight on your fretting character
Guiding me through the stairs and corridors

I could see your silhouette drenched in the nerves
Like a magnum melting on the seashore
Each bullet comes down with a thunderous crash
As your trying and kickstart that beat up Herse
A drink knocked out of your hands, a stride to the yard
A stain on the dashboard, a repugnant disgrace

I could sense that frustration from a mile away
There’s no climbing out of a wreckage like that
Misty eyed, stranded and shit out of luck
Hey, if you need a ride why not drive around in mine?
You were promised a cruise tonight and I’ll happily provide
I’ll take you round those curves she never could

How am I?
Nevermind
It’s never been on my mind
Pay no mind about mine

So I towed you back onto the freeway
50 miles down the boarder, there’s no going back now
I’ve dreamed of this feeling travelling up my skin
Ever since I walked through that door tonight

If only you could’ve felt my lips burn
Whenever yours came into my mind
It reduces years of cognitive thinking
Into a slave of mindless impulses

But even with this beating livewire
I know theres not much a girl like me do
But I know there’s one thing I can do
Something only a woman could do

So sit back
Enjoy the ride
Turn off your mind, I’ll be kind
I’m fine, as long as your mine

– Lnc0

A rewrite of this oldie

Lil effeminate one

In the crux of a new addiction across the nation
And they’re indulging in full
It’s the deconstruction of an Identity to an algorithm
“Your giving strain to that uniform with your form”
“That jacket gives me pause with your clashing chromosomes”
Well here’s something to choke on with your pies and Carlsberg;

Maybe I just don’t care

If it’s too feminine then I’ve repulsed the right kind
Obsessive and convulsive with patriotic hate
If it’s too effeminate then I’m repugnant in all the right ways
Because spouting verses and hymns and comparing dicks

Wow, that sounds incredibly straight

And your saying it’s gross, nowhere near gruff like a bloke oughta’
That’s funny cos I don’t recall your companion complaining
When she’s collecting wood from the bed under her nails
And lamenting how “The boy is nothing compared to the man”

– Lnc0

VI – The Lovers

It would’ve been so easy y’know?
The oak was in clear sight at the cross roads, my number 12
By this point I could’ve had ‘em pecking seeds out of my palms
My sense of fulfilment appropriately enough: full and my purpose clear
Kick my heels up at the mounts resort and await 13 to take it away
But to think what I’d lose in the process…

I’d miss all the time you’ve called me a two-bit cunt
As the red shell connects with peaches rear wheels

I’d miss all the intense colliding of bunions
As traumatic as the plates beneath California
As we feast on peanut butter sandwiches and milkshake in the park

I’d miss the times your nashers have sunk into my arm
As I trace the lights shine around your Jugulum
During the closer of a drunken summer festival

I’d miss the surge of the heat as we project;
An impressive form of shadow play on the tent walls
For any music lovers passing by to see
Accompanied by the sounds of J.T echoing from the main stage

I’d miss the ways that your eyes dilate as I outline;
My predictions for the ends of this Journey
Eye that believe I can and wants to bare witness

I’d miss wiping away your tears from my shirt
As we collectively take the strike to our emotions
By a scenario writers attempt on our brazen personae

There isn’t a prize, a title, salary, career
An inflated sense of fulfilment, ego or self esteem
That could be worth your absence
Anything worth doing is worth doing
With you illuminating the view, my number 6

– Lnc0

Dedicated to Esme