Tony and Guy

I know this guy Tony,
Who thinks he’s a pimp,
He can’t get a girl,
Coz his dicks always limp.
He thinks pigs can’t catch him,
In his Golf GTI,
But the badge is a stick on,
It’s a cheap nasty lie.
He gets blow-jobs from meth heads,
And thinks he’s the man,
As he sinks in diseases,
With Viagra in hand.
But ignorance is blinding,
And arrogance is bliss,
When all you are left with,
Is a bag full of piss.

In the midst of depression
You just want to die
And that’s when you need
Tony and Guy

You run out of friends
Coz you can’t stop lying
Then you hit the meds
To stop you dyeing
But the sad truth is
There’s no silver lining

There’s some bloke called Guy
With a fake bubble perm
An Audi TT
And a bird on each arm.
But they ain’t his girlfriends
They’re his sister and mum
Coming to save him
From the thing he’s just done.
No body’s discovered
But the questions remain
As he hides in the basement
Away from the shame.
His victims want answers,
But silence is pure
As he sweeps up the dreams
Lying smashed on the floor.

I shed a tear when
Bin-Ladin had dyed
And that’s why I need
Tony and Guy




Now Guy’s lost his job
And his prospects are bleak
The world isn’t kind
To the poor and the weak
It takes your respect
And you beg in the street
There are no acts of kindness
And nothing to eat
So you fall prey to schemes’
And the kind words they speak
Now Tony’s a chancer
With his eye on the prize
He’ll get what he wants
And he’ll get it with lies
You want see it coming
‘Till you’re covered in flies

When no-one loves you
You curl up and die
And that’s when you’ll need
Tony and Guy

It’s mid-July
But there’s no sun shining
And all the night time brings,
Is the smell of burning
Accusations fly
But no one’s learning

When chaos engulfs
The cops stand round and cry
And that’s why the world needs
Tony and Guy


©Alex Kyriacou Friday, 11 November 2011