Litterbugs
LITTERBUGS.
HUMAN BEINGS DON’T HALF MAKE ME BITTER
WHEN THEY’VE FINNISHED FEEDING THEIR FACES
THEY JUST DISCARD THE LITTER
CARTONS FROM THEIR CKICKEN AND CHIPS
CIGARETTE ENDS THAT THEY SHOOT FROM THE HIP
COKE AND PEPSI, EVEN HALF FULL
GINGER BEER, HEINEKEN AND RED BULL
FROM MY HIGH RISE FLAT A NAPPY GOES BY, THAT SOMEONES TRIED TO FLING
THE NEXT TIME I WAS RELEIVED …IT WAS ONLY A PIGEON ON THE WING
DON’T SAY A WORD, THEY’LL GET OFFENDED
BECAUSE THEIR ANTISOCIAL WAYS CANT BE MENDED.
BRIAN ROY SKYERS
12.09.2011.
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Plum Tree Saga.
MY LITTLE PLUM TREE HAS RISSEN TO GREET THE SPRING
THE ODD COLD SNAP, WARM SUNSHINE SHE'S READY FOR ANYTHING
BEUTIFUL GREEN SHOOTS WITH WHICH TO CATCH THE SUN
SOON BLOSSOM WILL SHOW AND THEN BABY PLUMS
THESE I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE
HANGING AND GROWING FROM MY OWN TREE
NATURE THRIVES AMID THE SMOKE AND FUMES
KEEP HER CLOSE, ON YOUR BALCONY, PATIO, GARDEN, EVEN IN YOUR OWN ROOM
THE THRILL OF LIFE SO CLOSE BY FILLS YOU WITH PRIDE
YOU CAN'T THROW A BALL FOR IT TO CATCH
BUT IT'S CYCLE IS JUST AS EXCITING
SO YOU JUST SIT BACK AND WATCH
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Bring Him To Book.
We are led like sheep by politicians all over
That's how they are able to pull the wool over
Devide and rule
We're easily controlled and sit on command like fools
What's another war when it's far away
Besides, it'll be over in just over a day
Conflicts here, conflicts there, individuals soon have enough
And attempt to collar the culprit by the scruff
Turfed out on your butt..and don't come back
Skittle off back to work before you get the sack.
Direct action you'll try to employ
To return things to normal so a sweet life you can enjoy.
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The thinker
THE THINKER.
JOE BLOGGS, YOU’VE RETIRED TO THAT PRIVATE PLACE
WHERE YOU CAN CONTEMPLATE THE PROBLEMS OF THE HUMAN RACE
OTHERS MAY CALL IT THE SMALLEST ROOM, WHERE SOMETIMES IT’S AS COLD AS STONE
BUT YOU DON’T MIND A BIT AS IT’S YOUR VERY OWN THRONE
YOU’LL SIT RELAXED WHILE YOUR MIND ATTEMPTS TO FIX THE WORLD AND BEYOND
MAYBE ONE DAY YOU’LL COUNT EVERY GRAIN OF SAND
YOU SOMETIMES COMPARE YOURSELF WITH AN FAMOUS HISTORICAL THINKER
BUT RIGHT NOW YOUR ONLY ACCOLADE WOULD SURELY BE AN UNWELCOMED STINKER.
BRIAN ROY SKYERS
07.09.2011.
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Mayday.
BRAVELY, DETERMINED THEY GATHER, THE GREAT UNWASHED
WANTING TO GET THEIR POINT ACCROSS, THOUGH THEY'LL BE SQUASHED
ON THIS ADOPTED DAY ALL OVER THE WORLD
PROTESTORS DEMAND THEIR SAY
ANY DAY WOULD SUFFICE, BUT THE MOST SIGNIFICANT IS FIRST OF MAY
INEQUALITIES AS THEY SEE IT
EROSION OF THEIR FREEDOMS SOME WILL SAY
MOST, THAT THEY DON'T GET ENOUGH PAY
THE FUTURE CAN ONLY BRING MORE PROTESTS
SOME SAY IT WILL DEMINISH FUNDS TO INVEST
GREATER PROFITS YEAR ON YEAR IS DEMANDED
SO PROTESTS WILL ENSUE, THE VAST MAJORITY
WILL GET BACK TO WORK AS COMMANDED.
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Halloween revenge
Faithful Tiddles thrashes and drags in the remnants of his masters' broom
No mangy mouse to send her screaming from the room
Along with enchanted wand and oil of crusty toad
Ma'am prepares the cauldron to boil a brat from down the road
Halloween excites kids all over
When she's finished with them they'll be steeped in oil of clover
They take no notice of a wagging finger
But she knows how to stop them playing ‘ knock down ginger'
Ganging up outside demanding money, toys or something to eat
She'll set the bats on them..that'll be a trick not a treat.
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Tick Tock
MY FRIEND WITH HIS ROUND SMILEY FACE
REFUSED TO TICK, REFUSED TO TOCK
I FEARED HE'D GIVEN UP LIFES RACE
AS I RAPPED AND IT STILL DIDN'T GO
MY GRANDSON SAID `GIVE IT SOME FOOD? '
BUT ALAS, IT WASN'T IN THE MOOD
HIS CHANGING` TOCK' HAS PUT ME TO SLEEP FOR SO LONG
ALONG WITH MY TEDDY, I NEEDED NO SONG
HIS HANDS HAVE STOPPED TO SHOW HIS SADNESS
TIME HAS RUN OUT FOR HIM
HIS SPRING IS PROBABLY BROKEN AND HIS CHROME WORN THIN
NEW MODELS TAKE OVER, THEY DON'T MAKE A SOUND
THEIR PARTS DON'T EVEN GO ROUND
SO THE CHANGES SET IN
WE ACCEPT THAT NEW SUPER DOOPER GIZMO THING
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Just good friends
HI JENNY, ANY CHANCE OF A DATE?
SO SORRY, CAN’T CHAT I’M LATE
GIVE US A CALL I’LL SEE WHEN I’M FREE.
YEA, THAT’S ALL YOU SAY TO ME.
YOU’RE SUCH A NICE GUY AND SO STRONG
JUST THE GUY TO RELY ON
MAYBE ONE DAY WE’LL HAVE A COFFEE
BUT, DON’T BE LOOKING TO GO HOME WITH ME
DON’T LOOK AT MY CURVY HIP
IT WOULD ONLY SPOIL THE RELATIONSHIP
ENJOY YOURSELF IT’S A BEUTIFULL DAY
BY THE WAY, GIVE US A LIFT, I’M GOING YOUR WAY
THE LAST TIME I ASKED YOU OUT YOU HAD A HEADACHE
HOW MANY LIFETIMES WILL IT TAKE?
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My little sister.
I kiss my little sister, she’s oh so sweet
She laughs and wriggles, she’s got no teeth
I’m going to have to share her with my other sisters
I hope she’ll know it’s me when she hears my whisper
I’ll be there on hand when she wants a bottle
If that doesn’t help, I’ll take up the rattle
When she gets older and we go out as girls
I’ll teach her all the nice things in this wide world
It would be nice to have a brother
But I’ll just say “blame it on my mother”
I’ll have to share my clothes ‘cause she’s my little sister’
What she won’t realise, they won’t even fit her.
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Olympic Fever
IS IT A BIRD? IS IT A PLANE
WE'RE AT HIGH ALERT AGAIN
MULTITUDES WILL GATHER TO HOOP AND CHEER
MILLIONS WILL PEEK WITH LITTLE CARE
BAD BOYS BETTER STAY AWAY, THE MOD'S ON SITES
CONTROL OF YOUR TOWERS AND THE SKIES, SO NO FLIGHTS
CAPTAIN MANNERING'S NOT IN CHARGE, SO DON'T WORRY
OLYMPIC SPECTATORS CAN RELAX CAUSE RIGHT BESIDE YOU COULD BE HARRY
WEAR YOUR TIN HAT JUST IN CASE BITS OF DEBRIS FALL FROM THE SKY
OR SURFACE TO AIR MISSILES GO WHIZZING BY
HOPE FOR NO TRIGGER HAPPY RECRUIT
MIFFED BECAUSE HE'S BEEN TOLD TO POLISH HIS BOOT
OR BORED MANNING THIS SAFETY ZONE
WELL AND TRULY SOAKED TO THE BONE.
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