Waiting for the bus to Dina’s CrossWas Fishguard’s gain and Donegal’s lossWith her shopping trolley and unicorn hatA relation of Enya and the band Clannad Her raincoat was old it was torn at the seamsLetting water seep in like reality to dreamsHer pockets were full with mysterious objetTo say she was mad would be a…
Read moreI’m not a racist butI do have a shaved headSo assumptions are madeAnd sometimes things are said A certain look is givenA knowing glance or stareA belief I’m in agreementBecause of lacking hair My views must align with theirsAs obvious as black and whiteA knowing nod, a cheeky winkAs certain as day to night. Comments…
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Colonel Jessup was rightHe doesn’t want to put up a fightIt’s simpler to stay putTo keep the door shutAnd find the easy way out Not one to rock the boatHe’s happy just staying afloatSailing downwindHe’ll keep himself pinnedNever to be cutthroat He will bury his head in the sandHe won’t fly, scared to landThe ride…
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After his midday feasting his tiredness grows,So the weary web wizard rests his tiny toes,He slips into a dreamland of zeros and ones,He’s plugged into the Matrix, it’s where he belongs. Dreaming sweat dreams of promises and loops,Writing sequel statements, creating user groups,Fiddling with proxies, grep-ing here and there,He kills a process, it’s all done…
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Today is not our wedding anniversaryWe’ve not said after a PriestThe words “I do” in front of witnessesBefore presenting them with a feast. We’ve not exchanged vows or ringsThat the best man joked he’d lostYou’ve not worn something blueOr a dress, ridiculous in cost. We’ve not kissed in front of othersAs husband or as wifeYou’ve…
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I’m a geezerA crowd pleaserI’m fifty years old and have party fever I’m a football manA Chelsea fanTrue blue from when time began I’ve done my timeI’ve chopped my linesMy wonky eye sees just fine I’m a turnstileA Balearic isleI’ve got a hedonistic lifestyle Now east coastMoved the goalpostLondon’s finished first and foremost Margate’s the…
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There once was a virus called Corona,Started by a bat and it’s owner,Eaten with rice,It tasted quite nice,But now we all live like a loner.
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Laudice Rowcetts Wears bright pink lipstickOver thinly pursed lipsHer skin hangs looselyOver jagged wrists and finger tips Her face is paleHer eyes are darkShe moves with purposeLike a killer shark Her tongue is sharpHer demeanour coldThe wrinkles are deepShe’s a thousand years old She’s perfected a walkThat is so smoothHer head won’t bobHer feet won’t…
Read moreThis may sound cold but get over it,I can’t stand it anymore,It’s been two years since she left,And I’m still lifting you from the floor. It will get to a point where I crack up,And leave you to sort it out,Because my energy levels are running low,My sanity I’m beginning to doubt. I don’t understand…
Read moreGood morning mutha fuckers Many names I do keep From Peperami to Papa The Snowman to Pistol Pete. I have a face that looks familiar I look like many others Beaker from the Muppets And some other non good lookers. The skinny one from The Office That bloke from Home Alone That Tory politician The…
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