BUCKET

THE NEED TO HAVE MONEY IN THIS WORLD TO SURVIVE
THE GREED IS THE NEED TO BE SATISFIED
WORKING  HARD TO ACCUMULATE
 LOTS OF WEALTH FOR A POSH FRONT GATE
A HOUSE FULL OF SPLENDOUR A NICE CAR TOO
A HD TV AND A BRACELET FOR YOU
SOME FINER THINGS ARE UNDER FREEZE
VENISON STEAKS, LADY CAROLINE CHEESE
BUT WHAT WOULD I BE WITHOUT A JOB
A FAT GUT BUCKET AND A LAZY SLOB

IF THERE WERE NO MONEY AND A BARTERING NEED
WE WOULD GO OUT HUNTING AND CAPTURE OUR FEED
TRADE WITH EACH OTHER FOR THINGS WE REQUIRE
ALL BE GOOD AND SING IN A CHOIR
KIND TO OUR NEIGHBOURS, NO NEED TO WORK
NO MORE EXHAUSTION, EVERYDAY A SHIRK.
NO PRICE ON ANYTHING, EVERYTHING FOR FREE
EVERYDAY A LEISURE WITH GOOD COMPANY
BUT WHAT WOULD I BE IF LIFE WERE A FOB
A FAT GUT BUCKET AND A LAZY SLOB

Chris Evans

He's a radio presenter as rich as can be, living his life in pure luxury
Playing our tunes, talking of life
Wonderful kids and a happy wife

Wouldn't it be grand to work on radio 2, wouldn't it be great to be like you
Charming and happy, a ginger hair fool
Spinning the tracks for each and us all

It's fun to listen, it's good to hear
Listening to music and all the good cheer, keep it going, keep it real
With lively chat and a fun filled thrill

Russian Democracy

So once again you voted him in
why do that with the state your in
surely there's better than Vladimir Putin
okay there's jobs when there were none
Russians are free to have more fun
countries economy healthy and rich
job galore, what a bitch!
so off you go further right taking money into the night
sharing gone, caring too, lessons from the west won't satisfy you
communism saw it's death, voice of the devil is in your breath
a nation that used to share, leave the rich to grab and tear
that hungry child that once was fed
begs in the street without a bed
learn from your history, Stalin has gone
taking with him that hateful greed
leaving behind a brotherhood feed
Putin is a Cameron with blond hair
buying the votes with corrupting fayer.
Money is greed, with a dangerous need
draining souls, destroying your seed
good mortal beings, wanting lust
at what cost and what unjust.

 


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Watch your step

Don't have a blue fit,
you're the one who trod in it.
It's not my problem at all,
Why you've been such a fool
You just have to, don't you
Walk into to a mess
You knew you shouldn't have
Worn that new dress
and what about your shoes
They were new too?
Well la di da and boo hoo
silly girl you
Now calm down a bit
and next time you twit
Don't tread in the shit

Suggest it

Some people call me hideous
Some even say I'm fabulous
Others just look and stare
Some just touch for a dare
But I can't be bothered
and i don't really care

I eat rather peculiar things
A few of them even have wings
people think that I'm cruel
others say my belly looks full
Well it does protrude when I've ate
I just want to sleep,
Coz I'm beaten when I've eaten

I live in a glass box
And just like a fox
I sometimes crawl out
And wander about
Quietly I sliver around
Until I am found
Then I am put back in my case
i stare and hiss at the big face.

One day I'll be free
When that day comes, he will see
Sneaking around so quietly
I'll bite him on the neck
My teeth only leave a small speck
A tiny little hole, just a little peck
When I'm free from that glass thing
Free to hiss and sing

# SHOW THEM A SMILE

Cast your mind back, what do you see?, a handful of memories from a distant history
all you've been through and all that is lost, the places you've been from city to coast
Fragments of life are never enough, the moments are gone, like turning to dust
the precious things stay, way deep in your brain, they are there for you, when called on again
so live for today, don't let life get you down, show them a smile and an uplifted frown
just show them a smile and an uplifted frown

There's plenty to see and plenty to do, life's a safari, though trapped in a zoo
fight for freedom and what you believe, don't let them win or let them deceive
Love comes your way, once or twice in your life, it's time to settle down and make her your wife
but a temper your born with and a temper you'll lose, hold on back, restrain the ranting blues
so live for today, don't let life get you down, show them a smile and an uplifted frown
just show them a smile and an uplifted frown

when alls been done and your looking back, children have grown, they've fled from the pack
living they're lives as good people do, paying their tax and following you
soon they will wed, have some of they're own, bringing them round to whine and to moan
oh you don't mind, seeing angelic faces, lifts you right up, taking them places,
to the time when at peace, and a time when a child, a little biddie horror and a little wild
but live for today, don't let life get you down, show them a smile and an uplifted frown
just show them a smile and an uplifted frown

soon it's all over, your left on your own, fighting for that cause, no longer known
for things have moved on, people have changed, along with their music, it's an unusual age
your grandson's a punk, granddaughters in blue,
your children are too busy to be bothered with you,
sitting and reading, looking at walls, building's have grown so big and so tall
strange people live in & around your town
But just live for today, don't let life get you down, show them a smile and an uplifted frown
just show them a smile and an uplifted frown

Sleep

I sit here when  I should be in bed, must be going out of my head
but even when I do, my minds in a stew,
wondering what the next move is to make, what I should do

I go to bed but cannot sleep, stirring round or snoring deep,
with a cough and choke, splutter and sneeze
must get up now, get up, get up, I  need a wee

its not fair, one sleep would do, sleeping soundly as babies do
not toss and turn and wake up all night
sleeping and worrying in another dream fright
nightmare after nightmare, scaring myself
punching out in the middle of the night

well here goes for a few more
work the next day and I'm up at four
another day slog and home by three
then probably fall asleep on my yellow settee

civil equality

The giants of the industry were fought against
all kinds of business only employ those they can afford
now they tell us, if we don't cut wages we go to the wall
it's a lie to discount pay, stand up and have your say

shareholders get financial reward
so do manager's pissing it up the wall
corporate meeting's dinners at restaurants, food wasted in the bin
don't blame the working force, for the state we're in
shadow of the people we used to be
1968 Dagenham women made them see
only a few fought against the machine
equal pay for women was the joy that was seen

The giants of the industry were fought against
if they could not afford a good wage then they wouldn't make massive profits
the working class has been crushed, bow your heads and take it up the arse
but it's a lie to discount pay, stand up and have your say

History taught us to soldier against oppression.
one day, workers of the world will unite
one day ordinary people will fight
all the world will be equal
wait around for the sequal

# Suck it

I sucked it and licked it, it tasted good
I licked it and sucked it, just as I should
I fumbled and felt it hard in my hand
It started to melt, then drip in the sand
I never thought it could have such a wonderful taste
The liquid went down my throat and over my face
I've never before had a terrible tease
I sucked it so long, it gave me brain freeze.
I need a bin bag or maybe a bowl, to put down this cold and unfinished ice pole.

# JUST SAY NO

Spending some time with you, going through all there was to do
telling some secrets or lies, refusing to explain the reason why?
round in circles we go, leaving a raping gaping hole
taking on the fatherly role, positive thinking with a goal
all you had to do, was say no

Seeking an answer for my mind, how could I have been so blind
why would you hurt me this way, all you had to do, is just say
quarrelled, yeah, yeah we fought, I thought all that had led to nought
troubled mind dragging you low, there was no other place for you to go?
all you had to do, was say no

Searching for a place to lay your bed, what kind of thoughts were in your head
how could you come to that place, overdosing out of  your face
holding you close in my heart, refusing to ever make a start
in the direction they took you away, I just didn't know what to say
when they went I said go, go take her, on her own
bury your body without a soul, place you in the coffin of gold
all you had to do, was say no

American Friends

Thank you a bundle my American friends
For taking your time & reading this blog
It reminds me of the time in the synagogue
Bowing down, praying loud
The lord Jesus Christ took me into a cloud
He showed me a light of amazing gold, it took my heart and captivated my soul.
Such generosity I have in my life
Gifts of such splendour and not too much strife.
So keep on reading until you are done, then share my page with everyone.
Try to be happy in all you do,
Leave some misery to just a few.
remember the Christian that once was a Jew

Ooh Aah

When alls been and done and alls been and said there is nothing as comfortable as laying in bed.

Keeping Fit

Running round, he must keep fit, going to the gym three times a week.

Sit ups, leg ups, bicycles too, swimming in his local baths where the water looks so blue.

he got up at six, ran fifteen miles, observed by the ladies with plenty of smiles.

building up muscles, arms, legs and torso, then ran another ten miles, bum and thighs also.

Georgie played football for his local club, always started was never a sub

mental exercise, challenging games, he competed to heights, putting athletes to shame.

different targets every day, always high and never the same

keeping fit, waging war on the fat

until that day, enough was enough, he fell to the floor and collapsed on the mat

ten minutes later they pronounced him dead, Georgie was gone,.. .. that's the end of that.

Joshua

His hair is long and fair, a delightful child, if just, a tiny bit wild
Intelligent and creative, definitely blessed, he can and does play a fair game of chess
Only small for his age, he'll probably grow, we will see, what does one expect with his family tree
Yet he is the cutest boy he ever could be, quick with he answers if you push him you'll see
He will always give people the time of day, if something else doesn't get in the way.
Love and thoughtfulness makes him so special, So happy to give and share all he's got
one day he'll grow to be a Pilot, a Copper or a Programming Techno or maybe not.
whatever he is, it doesn't matter to his dad, mum or me, so long as he grows to be happy

I hope that I'm around when that time comes, to join in the praise of my lovely grandson.

monster

Monsters all around

Giants are all around, it was frightening the first time I went outside

my Father said "don't fear, just stay to the side and  keep well clear" 

yet they are so big, and have killed so many, although in my family they haven't killed any

for we are as wise as they come, I soon learnt not to walk in the middle of the thundering hum. 

a noise so loud, so scary too, ugly great beasts marching together

some with machines, making a sound so powerful. going on forever
killing millions as they go, crushing all in their path, friend and foe

we are a working race, we work quickly without any haste
not disturbing a single thing, we just work hard and quietly sing
carrying and fetching to pay tax to the queen, hardly heard and hardly seen
so why is it these beasts go killing?, our population must be dwindling
they stomp along in their things called shah - hoo's
well that's what my mother calls them, she said "it's in the news"

if only we could be big, like some great beasts
awful monsters, we would have a feast
crunching and munching and lunching on their bones
we wouldn't even hear the sound of their moans
because we'd be to large hearing their cries
their noise, their grumble or their sighs
oh, i wish I was as big as an ele - f - fant
instead of being a tiny little ant.

Fascism has no passion ism

Isolated in subsequent division
Departed from a torturous history
Guilty of a murderous past
The whole world knew, it could not last
A perfect earth is what they sought
A spotless race speaking Flemish
Without any blemish.
White hair with sky blue eyes
Hearts as cold as the clearest ice
No colour, no race,
no creed could exceed
No homosexuals, no Jews
No religion that one could choose
Almighty power, Germanic scripture
National socialism was its picture
Not the socialism of sharing wealth
Neither a socialism good for your health.
Hitlers youth, brain washed swallowers, not joyous, loyal loving followers
SS soldiers spiteful, violent officers
Murderous thieves, a fearful nation
Scared to display signs of passion
Togetherness should be display of love,
bringing people in with a gentle hug
Supporting the poor feeding the needy
Not murdering right wing and seedy
Love every woman and man
be as happy as you can
Jew' Muslim or Greek
Search for god in all you seek.
Love your children, go and show it, Hold them near, try not to blow it.
Away with hate, crush evil pride
Jesus loves you no need to boast
Spread the love from city to coast.
Help those in need and give them your time.
A gentle push not a forceful line.
master or servant, worker or boss
Jew or Christian, atheist or black
Share with thought and not turn your back. let it happen again at your peril
No striped pyjamas for an old lady named beryl.

Lucie Lou

He was beaten black and blue and didn't know what to do
He wandered everyday his mind was split in two
The next move to make is a mystery to a few
to walk round the park again and forget about Lucie Lou
At home was a father, drunk and in a rage
in Boston was a beautiful girl of a similar age
To leave all his friends, the life he'd grown up with
or to be with his love in town, at a place called Mist
Birds in the air flying all around just like his mind that was spinning in a cloud
He walked way into night, an owl hooted above, so scared of going home to a father that could not love
That was fifty years ago to this very day
Peter started wandering and wandering he'd stay.
People often ask the wardens what's that old man do.
They say he just wanders round the park searching for Lucie Lou.

TROUBLED YOUTH

HE WAS LOST, WHEN A SMALL LAD,
HE DELVED INTO POETRY THAT'S ALL HE  HAD
A LARGE FAMILY BUT STILL ALONE,
YET ALL THAT CHANGED WHEN HE HAD GROWN,
ELEVEN YEARS OF TORTUROUS HELL
SOMETIMES HE WOULD WANT TO SCREAM AND YELL
UNTIL ONE DAY, A FIGHT HE FOUGHT, A FIST IN THE FACE
AN ARGUMENT OVER NAUGHT, A RELEASE OF RAGE
A LONG AWAITED COMING OF AGE, A FEELING OF OPPRESSION
UNBINDING OF CHAINS
NEVER NEEDING TO FACE IT AGAIN.
ALTHOUGH MEEKLY HE WOULD TRAVEL THROUGH LIFE WITH GOOD FRIENDS AND AN ADORING WIFE.
NOT EVEN ONCE WOULD HE FORGET THAT DAY
HE WOULD BOW ON HIS KNEES TO THANK GOD AND PRAY
THEN IT CAME AROUND, HE WAS GIVEN THE SACK BY HIS CONTROLLING BOSS BECAUSE HE WAS BLACK.
"WHY?" HE ASKED IN DISMAY .
 HIS BOSS SAID "COZ I'M SICK OF LOOKING AT YOU, FROM JANUARY TILL MAY.
NOW GET OUT OF MY PREMISES AND JOIN THE CHAIN GANG
ANGER TOOK OVER FOR HE SEE RED
ONE PUNCH IN THE FACE HIS BOSS FELL DOWN DEAD
THE JUDGE ASKED WHY HAD HE COMMITTED THIS CRIME
THEN ORDERED HIM TO JAIL FOR A VERY LONG TIME
HE HUNG HIS HEAD IN SORROW FOR THIS SIN
HE WENT TO PRISON AND POETRY WOULD BEGIN
VERSE AFTER VERSE HE WOULD WRITE SOFT WORDS
OF LOVE AND DESPAIR AND THREE LITTLE BIRDS
UNTIL ONE DAY HE COULD TAKE NO MORE
HE PUT THE ROPE UP AND SLAMMED SHUT THE DRAWER
A SMALL POEM HE HAD WROTE ON THIS DAY
MAY GOD FORGIVE ME AND ALSO MARY MAE.
LAID IN A GRAVE BY A SMALL CROSS
SWEET WORDS ON A PLATE
GOD FORGIVES SINNERS AND THOSE WHO ARE LOST

JIM

I LIKED JIM, WAS A HELL OF A DAD,
SOMETIMES FUNNY AND SOMETIMES MAD
SALT OF THE EARTH THEY WOULD SAY,
WAS GLAD TO HAVE A PINT WITH HIM, ON THAT DAY
CONTINUOUSLY WORRIED WITH A TROUBLED LIFE,
WASN'T HER FAULT, HIS TROUBLED WIFE
STILL ALL THE SAME, I FELT FOR JIM
OFTEN ALONE, NOT PANICKING
WHAT A GREAT MAN I LOOKED UP TO.
SHOULDERS FIT TO CARRY,
A RHINO FROM A ZOO
ALONG CAME THE TIME, UNEXPECTED FOR HIM
A BROKEN HIP, AN ORSE-PITAL TRIP
THE INEVITABLE HAPPENED A WHILE AFTER THAT
TOODLE-PIP, HAD TO SEE YOU GO
TO THE BIG CIRCUS, A WONDROUS SHOW
I'VE MISSED YOUR LAUGH, YOUR FRIENDSHIP TOO
WHEN UNDER PRESSURE, I  THINK OF YOU
I'M SURE I'LL SEE YOU WITH HIM JIM
WHEN MY TIME'S AROUND, TO BE THROWN  IN THE BIN.

WISHFUL THINKING!

Where did you come from?, where did you go?

away to south Africa?, nobody knows

What would it be like, to be swathe like you?

tall, good looking in Italian shoes

to be great at everything, must be so grand,
have lots of money banking the rand.

attractive to women, strong, muscular arms, very nice house everyone in-charmed.

surely it's better than being short and round,
Hush Puppy shoes,

not a lot money, only ten pounds

Spectacles are crooked, worn out old clothes,
belly's so large, can't see me toes

best friends are mice, eating the cheese, left in a trap to free as they please

small rented house, news papered walls, even the crossword is far too tall.

went to the dogs Friday night,
there were beautiful women, to trouble with fright,, never got far,
travel by bus it's less attractive than a car and far more fuss.

Oh well that's life, each to their own, away I go home to chew on me chicken bone

it's rather sad to not be that man, to not have it all and not have a plan

yet if one should ask, would he swap his life,
to not be trusted and not be shy, forge ahead, not live in a pig sty?..,

I would answer, of course I would, if I could,I think I should.
then after some thought as one to do ought. 

considered the change, what it would mean,
not be alone and not be so keen,

to have everything, without a any dream,
be bold and brash, not scared to be seen

without any doubt me old brums, I'd take everything the jag and false chums.

A rich man I'd be until there were none left, I'd sell everything and train as a chef.