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The city’s peaked

There is no crest of a wave
Nothing to ride and rise
Them times’re gone
Left is a shell
Where slugs wear suits
Unnatural beasts
In daily devolution

The boom time is over
We missed that boat
This is our now.
Hope the youth
Can swim

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Zero-fade philosophy

Transition to zero
Hair becomes nothing
But sandpaper skin
You shouldn’t go
Against the grain
Is what they
Used to say
But didn’t say
The actual way
When the grain
Is so fine.

The fade is fading
Every second
Can feel it
Growing back
Life’s a fade
If it was one of
My hair styles
You think you’re there
But still nowhere near
where you need to go
But when it’s grown
The time is known
It’s zero-fade day

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Stone city blues

The colour in my city
is not on tall buildings
mostly grey dirty stone
is the place I call home
Memories of happier times
I love it’s dirt and grime
because industry made it so,
factories were full of life
the ones that pumped out smoke

Now it’s the jobless youth that
stand still and blow out smoke,
Where is their chance,
to add something more
to our Mid-land city?
The skins of my Birmingham
Now bring colour to our streets,
Don’t need shiny reflective circles
on wanabee-fancy shopping malls.

A city born a market town
and a colourful exotic market
is what I see today,
How you feel about colour is like
a tortured black artist once said;
“It all depends on who you are,
on what street”
A golden dickhead once said
My city is “a no-go-zone”
but this only applies
to that American prick!

If you look at the buildings,
you may get the blues
from the stone city greys
but stop and think…
our forefathers worked hard,
strong hearts with steel pulses,
in hot, smelly metal foundaries
to make it this shade of grey,
they clocked out coloured the same,
the black dirt stuck to all men,
Drops of our own sabbath black,
ink from wet UB40 unemployment forms,
our special colour made from darkness.

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Hokey cokey storytellers

Time for a hokey cokey
sounds of words go in
then go out another ear
In, Out, In, Out,
these people are all about

They sniff a london powder
and chat some shit,
good thing that I’m aware!
Pupils now so big
tube trains could fit in
In, Out, In, Out,
Not even touch the sides

Roll another notey
to stop their down
and that’s what,
their life’s about.

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Likes and superlikes

I want to steal your car
you drive like a pussy
It looks so pretty and rapid
I’ll give it a like.

You found a quote
That you think is profound,
Did you give it many seconds
Of your precious time?

Your baby looks odd,
Is that what it’s meant
To look like? Sorry to vent,
Still I’ll give it a like.

All her photos look edited,
Can see through the filter,
An app rebuilt her face
Still superlike just in case.

Fuck the likes and superlikes
Unless you see something make
Me smile in person
You’ll never know what
I really do like.

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It might’ve been

We might’ve been
Something big
I might’ve been
What you needed
You might’ve been
Someone that helped

We should have
Both tried harder
I should have
Understood my flaws
You should have
Had more patience

Now I know
The foundations
Of my choices,
The wiring
Behind the box,
And I only wish
I first met you
today

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Observations before action

The fool will continue
To be foolish.
Other eyes will see,
The idiot offending.
The limit will be reached,
When you’ve seen enough.
His actions were key
To you creating a lock.
You make him stop,
With the arm behind the back.
Now the fool must leave
And think of his foolishness.

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