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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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Forever young

I fuckin wish!
Aches from injuries
Of youth and stupidity
Visit more often
Becoming close pals
We laughing
About the past
Youth didn’t last
As long I thought
We all need more
I aint sitting
Around crying
The aches move
And travel around
In me, a reminder
From the self that
The body is mortal
Like everybody else

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Dating criteria

Definitely no tories
(unless your family own horsies)
No snorers either please
Yes that tattoo is chinese
No I can’t tell you what it means
You should drink wine with me
Don’t care for your trips overseas
I’m actually trying to save my p’s
And no I don’t like to be teased

Don’t bother
If you support man u
want nothing to do with you
Keep those offers
of mind-blowings screws.
You’re vegan too?!
I don’t think I’ll rue
Sitting around feeling blue
With plates of meatless food.
You’d turn me to special brew!
That’s not something I want to do.

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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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Internal mess

Outside is clean,
Face shaved hair styled,
The carpets are hoovered,
Surfaces wiped.

Inside is messy,
Cleaning up isn’t quick!
Takes time
For those surfaces

Like Lady Macbeth
Scrubbing her clean hands
The bloody mess
inside her mind

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