Category Archives: politics

When did I get a cause?

Not sure,
adulthood
Came fast.
used to break
Mid-land laws,
Just for fun,
Real life came &
stopped that run.
The fight is still
for survival but
Now it’s ours,
Not mine.
So let’s ‘kick some
Ass’, then
Drink some wine.

Used to go
To late night
Stores
To buy some raws,
Now I step
Out after dark,
To give others
The tours.
When I can’t
sleep no more,
After turns
And tossing,
I do 3am walks
To famous
Zebra crossings
When no one’s about
Stopping cars
For photographs
Of themselves.

The rebel that found
A cause,
Was once without
A cause.
The energy encased
Is about the same.
Take a moment,
Stop and pause.
Where are you
Going today?
You got a cause?

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Pool Wars of Kings Cross

Hail your new Victorious King!
Coronated with higher rights,
You saw, your own sight.
I saw your eyes,
You can’t beat me,
Your eyes gave up,
You’re not even playing!
But still play me soon,
Don’t stop trying
Winning is my divine right,
In the game I’m good at.
Don’t trust the words,
Of a silent pool player.
Find someone to test me
And see for yourself.

To win is not enough,
Embarrassing you
And your mates,
Makes me feel great!
Send you all home,
With your little tails
Between your legs.
Go home, but remember me,
Be hurt if you feel the loss!

I witness the plight,
Desperation, frustration,
pained expressions
And fear
On opponent faces,
All gets digested
In my belly
That’s my fuel.
That’s why we’ll play again
And that’s why
I’ll win.
Everytime.

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Bad dream

Not had a bad dream in a while,
Maybe this is it.

It was crazy, think I cried.
A lot of poor people died
A tower fire in a modern city,
They can’t enjoy the sun today.

The leaders were lost and didn’t look sad.
Then people killed other people
Because they had a different skin,
Skin made different because of the sun.
Don’t hate people, hate The Sun!

People didn’t like other holy books,
So they attacked the believers.
They don’t have to read them!
If only Roald Dahl could have wrote them all,
He would’ve been a good leader,

In my dream I stood on a plug,
On the floor
And it really fuckin hurt,
I don’t feel physical pain in dreams,
So guess this isn’t a dream..

(Roald Dahl around 1939)

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A voided moment

This nothingness is boring
nothing ever happens.
What to do next?
Who shall I text?

I do nothing but slide fingers
across touch screens,
Can’t remember when
I was last touched

Motivation has left
the smile went too.
Maybe they booked
a cheap holiday,
To escape my way.

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Death of real pubs

Where are the proper pubs?
Local boozers with locals.
Where all the geezers?
That used to go to the pub.
Reebok classics on the feet,
tops with three stripes.
You know if you know!

Kinda miss that
That tiny little line,
Used to be called the edge.
Where things might kick off.
“Haha haha you’re alright mate.”
Maybe their approval meant alot
Maybe that was just Birmingham

Now I sit in pubs with higher classes
And girls with no arses
There’s a knobhead sitting
By the fruit machine,
With his silly red cider
Oh cidre not cider
Must be made with French apples.
Ed Sheeran t shirt
But he’s not a ginger
His girl is a minger
But it’s him looking at me.

“You looking at me?”
“Yes I’m looking at you.”
Firing some spears
And watching them land
“Only winding you up mate,
Have a good one.”
Knobheads.

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Like a pauper

Fight like a pauper
But be gracious as a King,
When you win.
Spend like a pauper
But give to others like a King.
Serve others like a pauper
They are Kings and Queens too.
Do family fun like the Dutch,
In a Jan Steen painting.
Work hard like a pauper
Harder than any King
Make love like a pauper
And treat her like your Queen

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Smiling-suited reptilians

A trump used to be a funny word,
For farts.
No laughs in that anymore!
That fella’s a c-word, no doubt
Sick of him and his stupid pout.
Heard similar stories all around.

More fuckin elections soon.
Le Pen may be mightier than the men,
May isn’t far from similar outcomes,
Dracula’s hoping for a glorious victory!
So the reptilians fake smile at me,
Are they selling toothpaste too?

Cold blooded lizards pretend to care
When we know there’s no care there
They govern us somehow
Hiding their strategies,
Feeding us lies.
And we put up with this system, why?

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