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My middle name is kerching
It has a certain ring
All the cash I’m dispensing
Both teenager and sibling
Raid my banks sort coding
To get this and that bling
Wallets in for a sting
My money tree is dying
See me on the corner singing
‘The times they are a changing’
With two quid in a cup jingling
©Phil Golding
Daniel Hooks
Sat 26th Jan 2008 10:49
great poem phil with all those innits going around here is a poem called rebel for you!
I am a slave to conformity
A social sheep
I go with the flow
And I am not too deep
I follow the latest fashion and fads
I hate all pop music especially my dads
I am hip and happening and talking like bling
Pretending I am black innit and ting
When I get older I’ll pull up my jeans
Comb down my hair and forget my teens
But today I’ll never conform or so it seems
I’ll live life in rebellion or so it seems