Davy

Davy has a hand gun & hasn't slept for 3 days,
he has mood swings you know,
his Father stopped abusing him when he reached puberty
he has school tomorrow

He has a part-time job,
he has experienced unrequited love,
he keeps a stilletto blade in his sock
he is bored of your sympathy

It could go either way, do you care
he won't thank you anyway
don't get involved, he's a statistic
a body bag will carry your hopes & best wishes

poem by Jason Jackson
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Stone broke & lonely

Stone broke & lonely, we only have each other
For peace & serenity we will view the clear sky,
parents long gone, we have our Earth Mother
so sad, our bodies too tired to cry, too tired to cry

Stone broke & lonely, the world needs our charity
sold our dreams to the man in the black suit
the debt collector is calling for his fee,
trees so stunted, bear the bitterest fruit

Stone broke & lonely, the world is in need
the first world is counting the mouths they must feed
the banks are being helped by those who they f***ed,
we'll see you in hell, if you make the first cut..

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The Girl With

it all, is standing by the coffee machine,
she is straightening her perfect hair
the girl with it all is checking her diary
& I'm nowhere near it

the girl with it all is fixing her make up,
It was fine just twenty minutes ago,
the girl with it all is tired of being asked out on dates,
the girl with it all wants more

But the girl with it all will grow up before long
and her looks may soon fade away
she can't rely on a grin & a wink
tomorrow will no doubt become today

The girl with it all is pushing a pram,
the girl with it all is on welfare
the girl with it all just about remembers
a previous life of devil may care

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When the playtime (recess) bell rings

When the playtime bell rings, it's time to cease fun,
when the playtime bell rings, it's time to grow up,
when the playtime bell rings, it's time to get serious.

When the factory whistle blows it's time to roll sleeves up,
when the factory whistle blows, it's time to pay bills
when the factory whistle blows, it's time to forego rebellious thought

When the church bells chime, it's time for commitment,
when the church bells chime, it's time to make plans
when the church bells chime, it's time to make compromise

When the death knoll tolls, it's time for regrets
when the death knoll tolls, it's time for rethinking
when the death knoll tolls, it's time for peace

poem by Jason Jackson
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