History of a decent man

Catch a thief by the toe, watch him die for tales of woe, burdened by the birthright genes, poor as muck the stealing fiend, bread for dinner, potato for stew, hardly enough for me and you, he feeds his family that's the score, then walks to work at half past 4, twelve hours striving for not much pay, goes back home to sleep in hay, fortunate enough to pass some bread? or wildly wicked and hung till dead!. Judged as dirt by those in power who live so well in ivory towers.

I’m not putting up with that!

"I'll slap him hard for thieving off me"

beat him with a stick for telling lies

One,two, three, now he will see"

"he needs conditioning, the unruly pesk"

"for bunking off school 

not sitting at his desk"

"that boy is useless!

he belongs in the trash"

"now he has drugs and plenty of cash"

"I'll show the thug the back of my glove

there is nothing wrong

with a bit of tough love".

The boy hardly winced or felt any pain

he did not care if he was hit again

desensitised by the surroundings

from a violent life case

thumped by his parents,

and punched in the face

burnt by cigarettes for wetting the bed

alone in his room and hungry for bread

left for so long, close to death

then beaten and bruised for things 

he had said, like "mummy I'm hungry"

and "FUCK OFF DAD" 

always alone and quite often sad

angry, confused, self harming and mad

now going back 

to the first verse in my rhyme

he was put in care

when he was all but nine 

society's problem, ignorant bliss

the boy had not known a hug or a kiss

"give him a smack", advice by some

"shut him in his room 

he will come to no harm"

"grab him, shake him, always be calm"

"make sure not to leave

a bruise on his arm"

carers, sharers fostering dues

no wonder the children are so confused

care is patience, love is Devine

happiness is the child's needs over mine

Tinsel

The unclean are omitted, 

a different view cast aside, 

there is no place in England 

if you are from the other side

judgemental press, hide behind a lie

fabulorised stories, tut tuts and sighs

they say "how dare you be disabled, unemployed or high when a decent working man cannot afford to fly".

Look to your store with a shiny clean floor welcoming people in, filthy at the core

structured music, displays colour bright,

see beneath the counter,

something is not right.

At the back, in the yard,

the staff are fit to drop,

for twelve hours standing 

in this low paid shop

dog ends still smouldering,

behind the building litter,

while the person in the uniform 

cannot afford a babysitter.

Caught by the clock for a long time 

Invisible chains that once were not mine

start at eight, finish at nine, 

whatever happened to all that time

the futures good, the futures bright 

make sure to wear clothes that fit just right. undercurrent, pinned by stress

why don't you wear

that long white dress?

Go to the funeral of my best friend, Strange,

coz I thought he was on the mend,

everyone said 'he is sick in the head'

now they are all being kind, 

now he is dead. 

hypocritical bastards it's time to leave

walk out alone, a chance to grieve

everything is nothing, nothing is space

I don't really belong in this awful place

Is everything I know in life not credible?

Is it all animal, mineral or vegetable?

shallow lies the fallen kind

Incredibly stupid, completely blind

frightened of being left behind

From the ground up

I plastered a hole, more appeared 

no matter how smooth or sheer another hole appears, cracks all around plaster on the ground

The neighbourhood shook, walls fell down yet houses stayed up.

Empty shells with souls corrupt.

smiles upon faces outward grins tasteless in their hearts 

evil in their thoughts, 

contemplated graces

poor souls are in slavery yet the chains are bound and kept, twisting in all directions, pay the largest threat

A stench is in the air, protruding from the ground, cleaners sweep the streets 

scrub the pavements down

wash all the curtains, paint all the cracks, triple glass in plastic Windows the stench is still around 

Have a shave

It takes all sorts to make this world

So pleased That I'm not one of them.

Crowns to gowns, down low to downs

Moorish and boorish unforgettably poorish but who gives a fuck when he's covered in muck, the class of man the same when he's run out of luck, or is it?

give up freedom, pay your tax,

eat rich food, cholesterol is fat

like mmmmmcds, kfc's

Cream jam scones and cups of teas

Over many years

I am alone, tonight I died

no one cared

Mind in the agony of solitude

paranoia schizophrenia 

No, agony of a distant hurt

Not so, in the past, maybe not

I could see clearly once

Now I see nothing!, death and nothing

my doom is beyond any resolution 

a dark fog, a lull mist 

So frightened,I cannot see beyond

Hear a distant song, reminder of when

Reminder of then

I died tonight, no one came

No one cared, not one

Mirrored Germ

If a person speaks continually evil of another without cause, they are airing the bitterness of their own desire.

such desire is like a disease

Treat this disease as you would any other, 

wear a mask then put it in solitary confinement until such a time it cannot be caught by anyone else

and eventually dies.