Sunday, 6 November 2011

Euro

Europe is dead, don't tell a lie, it cannot be saved so why do you try
Greece is the start of the future ahead, Spain will soon follow whatever next
Market's are collapsing, leaders will fall, countries will tumble into the hole
The euro is spent, the dollar will follow, people will suffer, tummies left hollow
stop telling lies to families of men, capitalism's death will be death of us all
Earth in confusion, millions distraught, the filthy rich richer the children left naught
welcome the Deutsche Mark, Lira and Drachma, return to the fold of countries
much nearer.
change the name of money to love give people freedom get rid of that stuff
billions have power over singular health, take it away and spread the whole wealth.








THE LAST LAUGH

Emotionally disturbed from a trauma in life, expect to other people, seems rather trife
dedicated to uncertain future ahead, leading to what, has not come instead.
continue my friend, intricately send, a message to Rome or Venice
travel under the bridge of sighs, on a barge sending death to Clarice
the body of love entwined in a corpse with a demon that grasps at your soul
bereaved as loss of one so fraught, vine round a neck passionately sought
possession from hell taking evil desire to the lake of descent and burning in fire
hung from a gibbet, bodily bruised, went straight to heaven, the lords angels amused
people detest every fibre of breath that comes from your mouth and out of your chest
Satan has lost the right to the soul of a person who's life's captivated to hell.
traitorously tricked, forgiveness in sin, demon in hell, in spirit his win.

Saturday, 5 November 2011

Bizarre

I woke up as if in a dream, your life was gone or so it seemed
I shook you firmly and called you loud, you did not stir, not a sound
The ambulance came and took you to hospital. Blue lights flashing, sirens and all. You lay there quiet, I whispered in your ear, you just lay there still, I held you near
so distraught emotionally collapsed
if death is for you my life would be trash
the doctors led me into the ward,
You were lying there silent, I rushed by your side. Then by some miracle you opened your eyes, I said to you through my tears, "where have you been"? You answered promptly without any knowledge "that was a good sleep, can you make some porridge"?




Friday, 4 November 2011

Rabbit Roadkill

Rabbit in the headlights, looking at me,
Rabbit in the road, that I couldn't see.
It was so dark, when you came from the trees, straight out, in front, too near to breathe
I tried to stop to some degree, all within the bounds of my own safety.

I have had enough of this stupid life
I wish I was in a field somewhere in fife
There is plenty of food up there to go round, not like this wood it's hardly to be found
Oh good there's a car coming this way, I'll run out of trees so come what may, right in front of it, coz I'm so depressed, said the little beige rabbit with white on his chest.

The two came together, sad story to know, rabbits have feelings and cars skid in snow. A C3 smashed hard into a tree, a man died and went to heaven, a rabbit chose to end it on a peaceful road in Devon.

Fortunately Persuasive

American friend, a letter I send, no reply, consider it a by
Jewish meeting, secretly seeking, the truth is there, out there somewhere
Italian singer, opera within her, bursting out in song, overpowering some, Romeo among
French foreign legion, joined by a nation, fighting as one, cut out a tongue
Swiss like to ski, living in peace, forever up high, never obese
Greeks are so rich, Europe's arse bitch, they like to screw, Holidays for you
Germans are swine's with power on mind's, controlling every person, slight smile as if chosen
Russia so poor, agriculturally sore, had it so rough, future is buff
Spanish omelette, potatoes in it, basques or catalan,  depends if they can.
English are kings, educated has beens, great in the past, never did last.
Norwegian are strong, viking's they are, long hair, big bra's, fine for them, if they weren't men.
it's an irrelevant insult from a biased view, thank heavens for god, who know's all about you
live another day, persuasion my way, choose to be nice, clean up your vice
my crazy frickin' mind, donating a dime, sometimes sublime, never on time.



Monday, 31 October 2011

Season

WITHER I WANDER,WITHER I DO,
FALLEN LEAVES, ARE WET WITH THE DEW,
AUTUMN DOES COME, CHANGING THE YEAR
FROM WHAT WAS ONCE COME, TO WHAT IS NOW HERE

RED, GREEN AND GOLD, THE YEAR HAS GROWN OLD
BEAUTIFUL COLOURS, BRIGHT AND SO BOLD
WITH IT A SADNESS, FOR WINTER IS DUE
TO TAKE AWAY SUN AND BRING IN THE COLD
HOW WILL YOU MISS HER BRINGING GOOD CHEER 
OUT IN THE SUN ENJOYING THE BEER
T-SHIRTS ONCE WORN, NOW PUT AWAY 
JUMPERS COME OUT, WIND IT DOES SWAY

WINTER IS CHILL, THERE'S SNOW ALL AROUND
COVERING THE TREES, GARDEN AND GROUND
BITTER AND COLD, YOU MUSTN'T DISMAY
FOR CHRISTMAS WILL COME AROUND ONCE AGAIN
SANTA IS COMING TO BEAR ALL THE GIFTS
A LITTLE BOY BORN, YOUR SPIRITS HE'LL LIFT



Sunday, 30 October 2011

Chinese Army

Chinese army through the west, Chinese army, are the best


Marching through a land so dry, Marching on, through low and high


Continue into spring , Summer too, on they march, through and through


Chinese army won't be stopped, thousands march and thousands drop


On and on, feet are sore, tough and strong,  soldiers galore


Kill some Chinese, then kill some more, still they march on, more and more


Powerful pearl encrusted Armour, strong silver chain mail, finely polished dragon scale


Tips of helmet's encrusted with jewels, glowing bright, lighting hills


see them coming, run in fear, run to those loved one's you hold so dear


tell them quick of what's to come, a Chinese army with swords of blood


hope for rain from the hills, to drown the soldiers from the fields


be prepared for when they come the Chinese army are out for fun, sports of blood they shall play, against men who beg for souls and pray.

Chinese army passing through, leaving death in our view.



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