Grinning through the chaos, anarchy & mayhem
breaking apart another drunken, fractured day.
Reeking of debauchery, police cells, the gutter
& the arse-end of ‘The Wrong Side Of The Tracks’
Antagonizing the system, straight & narrow
& refusing with two prison tattooed fists swinging
& a defiance & determination Snowdonia sized
to be a part of that mind-fucking matrix,
sheep following, assembly line, normality bullshit.
Which destroys the beauty & creativity
of a soul born to soar like a motherfucking bastard!
I wear no leash, follow no leader
& ask fuck-all nor expect anything from anyone
except Me, Myself & I.
Undiluted, uncompromising & unrepentant
right up to the hilt & onwards to the Welsh Bitter end!