Poetry Blog by Jack Pascoe
Oh my little anarchist son I am so proud of you
Make sure that you have fun today whatever you may do
Make sure your boots are polished now, and cover up your features
Say hello to all the neighbours and be nice to your teachers
Right before you burn your high school right down to the ground
And go on a vandalism spree 'til the riot vans come round
Then you can pelt the ...
Thursday 12th April 2012 9:05 pm
I've re-written the lyrics of 'Working Class Hero' in this. Play along if you've got a guitar, it works better that way.
As soon as you're born they made you feel small
they gave you a little but you wanted it all
and you were prepared to do nothing at all
A benefit scrounger is something to be
A benefit scrounger is something to be
They enrolled you in...
Friday 6th April 2012 3:42 pm
I'll walk across the desert two years and a day
I'll drive down the M4 the opposite way
I'll happily fight with a big pack of wolves
I'll dive head first at some big randy bulls
I'll run around naked in Afghanistan
I'll piss in the hat of a policeman
I'll swing at Joe Pesci with relative ease
I'll even vote Tory if you so please
But whatever the trouble, whatever...
Tuesday 20th March 2012 6:00 pm
A link popped up on my Facebook page just the other day
depicting war and civil unrest in a country far away
It said a man named Kony was the baddest in the land
and U.S troops could stop him with a certain helping hand
I was nearly moved to tears so I sent off all my dough
and shared the link so every one of my Facebook friends would know
I sat there in my house with a ...
Sunday 11th March 2012 11:56 am
Skins is getting cancelled
Hip hip hip hooray
Skins is getting cancelled
How we've waited for this day
When youth will not be represented
As a bunch of twats
Who walk around in trendy clothes
And U.V painted hats
They glorified drugs at every chance
But i don't give a damn
'Cause now they're going to bomb the show
Like it was Vietnam
Wednesday 7th March 2012 10:57 pm
Johnny was a rudeboy living on dreams
Hung around with the scum and all the dope fiends
Johnny was a rudeboy his life was crappy
Some cans and a joint and he was happy
A sweet young man who had massive potential
But never got one academic credential
The boys in his class had the world on a plate
He chose to be an enemy of the state
Johnny was a rudeboy his ...
Tuesday 6th March 2012 11:17 pm
This is an alternative version to 'Tears in Heaven' by Eric Clapton. No disrespect intended, just something for amusement. Enjoy.....
No one knows your name
when you're stranded in Devon
things aren't quite the same
when you're stranded in Devon
I hear a sound
And start to frown
'Cause my car has broken down
Here in Devon
No one wants to kno...
Monday 5th March 2012 3:05 pm
You ever get the feeling like the world is slowing down?
Like everything's a circus, but you're the only clown?
Like everybody got something that you just never got?
Like every track is tainted with a little scheme or plot?
You ever get a sense that we're all just floating round
in concentrated spaces full of colour, light and sound?
Do you think that we're on a rocky ro...
Thursday 1st March 2012 9:00 pm
Strip the streets of logic
it's that time of week again.
Put the short skirts on the women
get the team shirts on the men.
Get the barrels filled with beer
and put your gumshields in.
Pack the bars and tip the cars
the match will soon begin.
Raise the horns and burst the drums
that lay within our ears.
Unite us all with ludicrous folk
and rid us...
Tuesday 21st February 2012 6:43 pm
Charles Dickens would be 200 this year, here's a little tribute.........
Well once upon a time about a hundred years ago
There lived a bearded writer who was rather good y’know
His given name was Dickens he weren’t half a clever sod
But some considered his subject matter to be rather odd
He lived within the slime and grime of dirty London town
And taking in surroun...
Wednesday 15th February 2012 6:30 pm
I was down by the river when the music began
A half cut Rasta beating on a tin can
A slithering rhythm that crashed with the waves
I danced with the suits and the kings and the slaves
The bass line was rising, then sunk like a ship
The movement was grooving all down the strip
Girls on my mind and speed in my shoes
The tide was turning and I couldn’t refuse.
Saturday 4th February 2012 7:22 pm
There’s a wet whistle in the wind
On this frankly fearsome night
There’s a broken umbrella in my hand
And raindrops in my sight
When down the road I happen to spot
A partly polished light
And below it oh Jesus two pissed up geezers
Having one hell of a fight
One is caught right in the jaw
Wonderfully he hit’s the floor
The other one goes where he was befo...
Friday 3rd February 2012 1:33 pm
So that ye may not be the martyred slaves of time,
that you may be as boundless as a young man in his prime,
that you may be at one with nature beautifully sublime.
Make the world your ashtray, and never stand in line.
There are so many mere mortals and a certain little few
are full of ego-lead authority telling you what to do
and acting on a big idea that isn't qu...
Monday 30th January 2012 11:23 pm
My Lords, Ladies and Gentlemen
and subjects of the room.
I'm here today to warn you
of impending certain doom.
I will go in to detail
so sit back if you please
as I reveal a royal event
that may bring much unease.
I heard a wicked whisper
that filled me full of dread,
I'm told that dear Prince Harry
well, he might be getting wed.
That isn't the biggest issue though
Tuesday 27th December 2011 10:22 pm
We are zombies, we are sheep
we have problems running deep
inside our psyche and our streets
which turn us into chunks of meat.
Dressed in Reebok, dressed in Nike
dressed up for town on a Friday night
it's easy to swallow a bitter pill
that eventually will make us ill.
But it's alright don't have a cow
there are bouncers in McDonalds now.
Thursday 1st December 2011 3:13 pm
Bite, chomp, munch, chew, nothing else for us to do.
Deep fry, beef stew, burgers, chips and ketchup too.
Eat it all, eat it now, fish, chicken, pig and cow.
Get fat, stand still, overload, feel ill.
Get fat die young, munching on a Chelsea bun.
Spit roast, French toast, cholesterol at it's very most.
Fat and grease on carbohydrate, watch them pupils start to dilate.
Sunday 27th November 2011 8:40 pm
He was a black jacket rebel with a chip on his shoulder
tattoos on his chest and looks to smoulder.
Met a white coated girls in a crowded bar
and within half an hour they went to his car.
As the windows steamed up they both made a plan
they said 'Let's get as far away as we possibly can.'
Her engine revved up, his heart shifted gear
and they rode off unknown without ...
Monday 21st November 2011 8:24 pm
Gather round children I'll tell you a tale
about a musical movement modelled to fail,
it made us jump, it made us cry
and put safety pin sales at an all time high.
It mocked the establishment filled them with dread
put kids on the dole on a stage instead,
t'was a thing of excitement that let us be free
but ultimately it wasn't to be.
It began in the summer ...
Monday 24th October 2011 8:10 pm
I wrote this after the riots to express my disgust for the knobheads who made the worst of an already bad situation. I still do have faith in my fellow youth......but not much. Enjoy x
Hey there folks i'm a youth in a hood with my hands in my pockets always up to no good
can't be clever even though i should can't change the situation don't think i could
so i pick up a brick an...
Sunday 23rd October 2011 10:32 am
Sleigh bells are ringing
while choirs are singing
the soldiers are all coming home
It's the time of the year
when we live without fear
and nobody is ever alone
The christmas tree glistens in Picadilly Circus
and stands so incredibly tall
meanwhile i'll be spending my christmas in Camden
with no one to love me at all
I'm scraping the barrel
and all my apparel
is torn from...
Friday 14th October 2011 4:30 pm
Mickey is a geezer with suitcases galore
With the kind of stuff you find inside your nans utility draw
Like a pair of garden shears that ain’t been used in years
A slightly rusty door handle and cotton buds for your ears
He flogs them down the market to tourists and the like
He’s Mickey to his mates but to the fuzz he’s known as Mike
The corner is his office where ...
Monday 28th March 2011 10:22 pm
When your town is sleeping peacefully
And the people are all sound
There’s food to fill the cupboards
And no inflation on the pound
When you think that there’s a heaven
And you’ve always got a friend
Don’t be so sure of what you think
There’s trouble round the bend
It’s lurking in the parliament
It’s creeping to the streets
It’s making sure that you get p...
Friday 18th March 2011 5:26 pm
This is about those dodgy pubs you often get. The one's where you walk in and everyone drinking turns to look at you. The Jukebox cuts off and a curchbell tolls in the distance. You quickly get a drink and find a booth. You soon come to realise that some of the hardest men in town are in that pub. Maybe you can relate? It's a bit long but just bare with it and tell me what you think.........
Thursday 1st July 2010 9:08 pm
Here's a little dedication poem to a man i'm sure has touched all our hearts, been in all our hospitals, played all our stages, nicked all our drugs and blown all our minds:
Let me keep this brief
How did you do it Keef?
Be a fucked up raving junkie
And then still be rocking n funky
Cracked you head upon the floor
Drained the fluid and still did a tour
Tuesday 15th June 2010 11:10 pm