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Round and round

Galileo once said the earth was round.
Round and round we go.

Why do we cling to broken things.
Round and round we go.

I had a dream it was truth.
Round and round we go.

One small step for man. One giant leap forward for mankind. Forwards and backwards.
Round and round we go.

The rise and fall of rome. High tides, low tides flow back to the sea
Round and round we go.

This god, that god, ...

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On Tents Left Behind At Festivals

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Modernity

What bid the upper spheres to roll

about our grandly tomb of space,

in wild misanthropic patrol

propelled by some unknown faceless grace,

the same who bids all landless work?

for wage sustaining slavery,

and fashion law that government dirk

to prolong their own sad tyranny,

 

all this we must endure without tears

upon our once bright aeolian hearts,

where anxieties...

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Culture

Pound shops and takeaways,

salons for grooming of

dogs and their owners

sit side by side.

 

Rancid fat acrid

in back alley junk piles,

settees and Christmas trees

slowly decay.

 

Damp homes

in damp climate

for cotton mill workers

no longer needed.

 

The forest of chimneys

now superseded

by new build in miniature,

room sizes shrinking,

 

l...

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Canaries in the Mine

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Canaries in the mine.

Kids that cut themselves. 

New mums on Prozac, 

Calpol poured down tiny throats.

Twelve year olds try ketamine

(already smoking weed).

Prepubescent boys

ask to drink girl’s pussy juice.

‘Mum, what does he mean?’

A teenage girl has overdosed.

Everybody’s glued to screens.

Can anybody see 

 

canaries in the ...

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The Making Of A Worker

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The Making Of A Worker.

 

The lorry tips its rubble

On the road outside our house,

the privet hedge engulfed

in a primordial cloud of dust,

it drives away in chugging glee

having spilled its heavy load

and we stand and watch it go

as the carbon mountain settles.

 

The sergeant-major father

barks his orders at the troops

and our little hands clasp tight

the...

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SCUM

Hit the homes of the less, Hit the SCUM of the projects, Drop a few bombs in the Sub Culture Urban Market, target the future smokers, smoke the future dealers, pull up in them vans, hand out vans and a few packs of cigs, Fact 79 the name of the game, selling the idea of a pack newports, over the idea of packing for cruises to lands on new ports, grandmamas got them, baby cousins watchin', second h...

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Capitalism Is Sick

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How much is enough?
The question I ask
Of the shareholders rich
Who bring to talk
The board of a company
Who say times are tough
They only made billions in profits…
Disappointing, not enough.

 

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12/12/12

I wasn't dead,

just never alive

Turner Prize

gold medal

all for a dive.

 

A dyspraxic in a speedboat

as I struggled to swim

in shark infested waters

but I won't let them win.

 

The rewards of success

for creating a mess

an unmade bed

for an economy's left.

 

People can study

and some even praise

others are starstruck

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Nap Nap

Another quick one, needs work...

 

Nap Nap


Some days I think,
And those are always
The worst days.
 
Life; the sigh
Hanging from
My slack jaw,
 
Dribbling myself into
A pillow, hoping
I make a good pool.
 
Waking up wet,
Mid-day sun shines
Through the curtains
 
And the grass outside
Sobs when I ruffle
Its ...

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