Poetry Blogs (dole)
Drugs. Addiction –
back by popular demand.
A way to end the boredom,
spoil another day.
living second hand.
Last two quid for the ‘leccy' box
in a load of rusty change.
frustrated as one can.
Can’t entertain all the time
and have constructive ideas.
all letters in the sand.
Want to know the futu...
Monday 18th January 2016 4:02 pm
More empty promises from the likes of you agency liars.
Carve up the job market with a promise of work.
Little do we know how you have wrecked this industry.
And it’s all monkey work, I’ve seen a monkey do a better
Job than you! Move brown boxes from A to B in a futile
Effort for a bit of pocket money, no hard cash here.
Empty promises and sugar-coate...
Monday 12th September 2011 2:55 pm
Once-upon-a-time, a barman worshipped the Sun.
Worked nights so didn’t see much of it
but in his head he’d got stories of
the Fire God supreme,
vanquishing monsters who'd eat out your dreams.
He called the Sun ‘Hero’,
believed it had six pairs of arms,
giant wings of flame
and the handsomest nose in the galaxy.
Made moons blush
Friday 17th December 2010 1:38 pm