Just by chance

Drive a train over the track jumper jumps ain't coming back
through the tunnel, light isn't red, steady speed, station ahead
round the bend into the light, passengers move back, mainly in fright
one stays steady looking left, toot the horn, leaps to his death
onto the front hit the screen, then under the train with a scream
feel the crunching off his bones, no return for young Tim Jones
nightmarish dreams, eyes still look, into the mind, the driver spooks
three days spare, then back to the tube,driving the train misunderstood.
memory fades in some time until another one under, is on the line.

Unfortunately for me I was born on a friday.

Soldiers arrived, they took them away,

no one knew why they could not stay,

They came with lorries and bundled them on,

asking for Country, Town, Date and then they were gone

First my friends, then my family

my brother, my mum and my sister Emily

gaping holes in community, soldiers with guns, masks, brutal slavery

they were there, now they're gone, gone away from me

I spoke to people left, one's left bereft

trying to find a cause for this sin

trying to find out why?, this state were in

but none knew why, or where they've gone

no one knew why, except they forced their way in.

I gathered reasons by questioning few, then many

English, Polish, French, Indians and those from Germany

I could not find a Reason why? but it wasn't ugliness 

I searched around, it could not be the wealthy or the poor

it wasn't what clothes were in their drawer

it wasn't race by the look in their face

I knew the population had grown, the evidence had shown

No jobs, no money, food was scarce

people fighting for a place to live

some had taken to sharing 

most were living in the benches or vents

in the open park and living in tents

After much research, blown away and bemused

there were no reasons that I could unearth

except the date of their birth

besides one born on a Sunday, Tuesday, Friday too

there were none left, not even you

Monday had gone, Wednesday disappeared, Thursday none

Saturday vanished like the setting of a sun

Then as if an explosion in my brain it was somewhat crazy completely insane

those in charge had worked a plan, drafted an army then it began

a birthright lottery to sort it out, not ageist or racist or a wealthy plan

born on a day they did not choose' would be taken away, gassed or shot then burnt in may

a great big pyre could be smelt, dust of bodies no longer felt,

 falling down as if it were snow, putting on a great big show

Jews were blamed for undermining wealth

In Nazi Germany, they were caught by stealth

yet this is a different state of mind, no one to blame, just a state unkind

They grew in power and had a plan, to take away the heart of every man

those that were left would beg for life, those were left had no wife

slavery and power will be their days bowing down to pay their way's 

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