Poem

all for equality but …

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all for equality but …  (  s o m e  s h i t e  p o e t r y  )

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tall people

they're consuming room

far too much - they're blocking our views


face in clouds

so lost in themself

too selfish for 

anyone else


tall people

oh why jesus why?

with their different heads in the sky


lanky twats

that has to be said

when i'm king it's

 off with their legs

( x )

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balladeer dream

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balladeer dream  (  a  h o p e  i n  v e r s e  –  f o r m  )

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i'd like to be a balladeer

thence wander far & near

but mainly near - i can't be arsed

to stray too far from here


yet still i'd graft with ballad fare

yeah, all that crazy shoot

recounting yarns in rusty barns

whilst strumming on me lute


a balladeer? oh yes please please

no, not soppy pop songs

or animals - they're fallow deer

stop muddling, you're wrong


no cavalier cashiers for me

'stead words with strings i've plucked

until death calls ( dum - dum - dee - dum )

& then all's proper fucked

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mayday calm

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mayday calm  (  a  p o e m  )

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there is no panic, still there's time

it's early, blurry stirs the mind

as birds they sing in chirpy chimes

as curtains stir - up come them blinds


the water still flows in yon stream

as queens awaken from their dreams

& lambs bounce mad - they're full o' beans

i haven't heard a frantic scream


as morris men awake & yawn

then dress with bells upon this morn

those doom-merchants have yet to warn

of blah - blah - blah plus warring storms


i plod that path beside the barn

upon that hill wearing no charm

for luck i clutch air in my palm

which does the trick

it's mayday calm

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