Twitter Controversy. (280 Characters)

Oh we are the sentence managers.
With 280 characters.
We’re widening parameters.
Changing the word count barriers.
Celebrate, slide down the banister.
Or take up a job as a barrister.
No more cramming thoughts into a 140 character, orator, canister.
It’s now 280 characters. #280

Taken Out With The Junk (poem)

We loved the rave, those nights to day
We danced we talked cod philosophy
It’s the second summer of love
There’s something tribal in the funk
But a darker fate for some friends waits
As they were taken out with the junk
Dealer says he’s out of pills
Do you want to try some brown
And the love, the dance, the thoughts
All stopped
The smile became a frown
The comedown drops
In the corner flopped
Your robbing shops
The clock of life it ticks
And then it tocks
Ticks and then it tocks
Tick
Tock
Comes to a stop
And your slumped there on a bunk
Needle in arm
Deaf to alarm
Taken out with the junk
Some tried to escape with traveling
To stop their lives unravelling
This high was the worst discovery
Take twelve steps to recovery
The rave now seems a fiction
As you battle the addiction
I saw the last gasp taken in
As your veins are filled with heroin
Now I’m not saying you need live you lives
As though you were a monk
But I can’t forget that list of friends
Taken out with the junk

 

 

 

Consume (poem)

Just recently I found myself saying “Over thirty years ago we decided we were all just consumers…and now we’re utter c**ts because of that” So that inspired a wee poem

CONSUME.

I want I want I want it all
Work buy get paid
Hoping to get laid
Give me more stuff
As I work rest
And get played
For that new phone
Over glass I would crawl
I only let Nike
Ever kick at my balls
I need I need I need everything
G string nose ring
Cling to the bling
Only drink this brand
Cos its the real thing
Eat drink
Piss in the sink
Work hard play hard
For everything else there’s MasterCard
I have I have I have all the best stuff
I bet he drinks Carling
He looks kinda rough
Gas coal and oil
The planet it boils
Screw it
Just do it
Who cares if it spoils
If there is shit
Then we’re shovelling it
But we care not a bit
Because we are loving it
This can’t last forever
It’s a fairly safe bet
Is this really
The best a man gets
Consume deplete
Live in compliance
This is the rot
The appliance of science
Advertising hoods
Finger lickin’ good
My health fuck it
Eat shit by the bucket
This credit card’s a git
Don’t leave home without it
We’re ravers and cravers
We’re masters and slavers
Lost sight of ourselves
Should have gone to spec savers
Does this fit that bit
Cashmere fine knit
Close pit job quit
Because we’re really worth shit

 

 

 

Indy Ref. 2 A Poem.

I understand your fear
What are we walking into?
Just look at all the foodbanks
Are you up for joining that queue?
I understand uncertainty
Of our countries destination
It’s all the fault of immigrants
Is the bigots proclamation
That’s the fear they’ll try to spread
Demonising the unknown
But we have bigger family
In that  European zone
I understand your caution
To have heedfulness is wise
“We’ll give you more of your own say”
Do you still believe those lies?
But what about the economy
Our pay will take a squeeze
So put your trust in bankers
There’s nothing they won’t seize
The way they treat a worker
Is more akin to robbery
You’ll break your back, work endless shift
As they shove you into poverty
But what about the NHS
They say it’s safe with them
As you queue for beds eternally
Until your life’s condemned
You see I understand uncertainty
What are we walking into?
But surely now you know
This is the last chance for a breakthrough
I understand uncertainty.
But what shall we become
I’m not sure, but look at this list
And you’ll know what you’re walking from.

A Geordie Rhapsody.

I’ve posted this under poem but that’s stretching it. A bit of fun parody…

A GEORDIE RHAPSODY
(To the tune of the more famous one)
I’ve been to pick up cigarettoes for me mam.
Hole in roof of ma hoose
Got a problem with me cash flow
Sunderland is frightening.
They’re always bloody fighting me.
Canny pay no, canny pay no, canny pay no for ma loan
I’m just a Geordie from a poor family
He’s just a Geordie from a poor family
Blaming me wife for me burnt sausages
Easy come easy go will we score a goal
Oh why man no
We will not score a goal
Oh why man no
We never score a goal
Score a goal, score a goal
Nae, nae, nae, nae, nae, nae, nae
Bring us Keegan, Bring us Keegan
Bring us Keegan he scored goals.
Just leave us a stottie on the end
Of the sideboard please.
For me
Geordieeeeee.