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Life and death

Such close neighbours
You don’t even know,
Here right now
Then someone’s gone
This town and the next,
Gone one-way mate,
Could be a kinda fate
Never know at this rate!

They are both polite
Both need me like
Whiskey needs me
To smile it’s spirited effect,
At your girl that smiles back fast,
She sees a Midlands man,
Who drank stout outta can,
One that walks into a night
Ready for potential fight
Whether it is wrong or right.

I never came to make it right,
My way is just my way
I do hope to stay another day
This mans now thirty-three
Mum didn’t make this young age
So how can I be free
Knowing the keys to my cage
Could be in that Momma’s hands
And no woman has such big hands
To hold a passage for my release.

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Should I stand?

Is she pregnant
Or is she fat?
Not enough info
To decide that

The preggo ones
Wear a badge
Here no such data
To analyse later

Bloating from lunch
Causing her hunch?
If I ask she may
Refuse and say

“I’m fine, you sit”
Then I will feel
Like a tit
For thinking her’s

Were be filling
In prep for crying
Clinging offsping
Getting a drink in

Hope she doesn’t
Now think she’s fat..
Thought train stopped
as the tube one did

New additions brings
A stenchy stiff whiff
from stinky Pete
Now on next seat

Takes decision from
Hands and head
To feet to retreat
Woman sits down

Next to Mr Smelly
Glance at me
Then rubs her belly
Very suggestively

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Tory-funded Labour youth

Lock up blue parents
On voting day,
And you stop
Two votes for them!

Gain independence,
Earn your own cash,
Then the labour youth
Won’t need tory funding

Youth, pay your taxes
The system needs it,
Or don’t moan of
Poor public services

This son of a factory man,
Grandson of a foundry man,
Won’t need to convince his lot,
Redder than red to the end

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Eye of the tory

Disdainful looks
At potential immigrants
Or anyone different

Piercing blue uncompassion
Don’t ask them
For directions!

They think you are
Diluting their
Dusty old money

Fat aristocratic prats
Never laboured
In their lives

Ignore the blue ties
You’ll spot them
From their eyes

(Cartoon by Dave Brown. Exhibited at The Political Cartoon Gallery, Putney in 2017. All copyrights are his, cheers Dave! )

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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.

chamberlain_square_birmingham_april_2007

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