Sunday 28 October 2012

15.

Lying in bed thinking of the times
My veins seemed to flow more with wine
I don't think I should
Consider the past so hastily
It's after all what got me in this mess
More fool me.
It's surely time to now move
To pastures new
But every time I move on I'm knocked back
Oh what's the use?
But now and again you talk to me
As a man and not a child.
My olden days drift away of when I was so wild.
We discuss the future and where we both want to be.
Your my relative and I consider us to be bound by family.

Friday 26 October 2012

14. I am the reception (In joke)


Frown, frown, see yer face and frown
I see you at the door and I turn out the light
Your face, it of all race
I know you'll come and I'll need that damned tannoy.

Don't waste your words; rent payment is what you 
Came here for, or to moan - That's all you ever do 

Turn turn, Why not learn 
How to use a boiler, light switch or even untrip the switch
I cut loose, you're no use 
I couldn't stand another second in your company 
Don't waste your words on moaning on number 32's bitch
I don't care where you've been or what's causing that damned itch...

Stone me, why can't you see 
You're a resident who knows nothing yet still protests them

Your tongue is far too long 
I don't like the way it talks when I have to shout at you

Don't waste your words you can't talk sense
Have you ever taken a British National Citizen's test?

I am the reception and I turn off the light 
I couldn't ever bring myself to hate you as I'd like 

I am the reception and I turn off the light 
I couldn't ever bring myself to hate you as I'd like

Door's closed, don't come in.
Na night!

13.

As I found when woken
One day had passed
The words were deftly spoken;
The spell had been cast.
Accidents befell me
Yet I had not stirred.
Everyone could see everything
Yet I was never heard...

12.


Sitting here in silence
Boredoms very rife
I feel as though the situation
Is slowly making me blind.

But that could be the hangover
That's lurking in me head.
Why am I here in silence suffering
When I should be in my bed?

Sitting here in silence
-I wish it were - The drills don't stop
I would call it noise polution
They simply call it a job.

I'm watching them shift the bollards
As I sit alone
I could do with a fag break
- Now who's ringing me ruddy phone?!

Herein they've started grinding
Random bricks and stuff
I'm just sitting here in agony
My head is too Fuckin' rough.

Did I mention I'm sat in silence
Apart from them outside?
Writing this, it's creative liscence
Of which my boss would not abide!

Now they're digging up pavement
Their noise becomes my frown
Of course they've got the CAT out
I wish they'd just put it down...

11.

The place I stand is too far gone now
Full of rotting flowers, ash dust and bones.
But we can't change it's direction;
It's fell to waste with destitution.
Yet it's still the place that I call home.

I know that we can't change the World,
But we can still try...
So let's shout out loud
And let our voices be heard...

The town I lived in has disappeared.
It used to be so well revered.
Shame it means next to nothing now
It's time for it's last bow.
A nuclear bomb couldn't have fixed it last year...

It was ran into the ground
By backhanders and cash cows.
They couldn't just stop
At the one large Corporate...