Goodbye to the Loaded Generation By Jane Foster

It was all fun and FHM, All alcopops and Spice, The era when your gran Thought Robbie Williams was nice. We raised the union flag again And switched the football on. It was Blur versus Oasis, What a good old carry on. The lasses were all up for it And propping up the bar, Now you're ok and I'm ok, I've got my Wonderbra. But when all the supermodels Have gone to airbrushed heaven, When people start regretting What they did in '97, When the Mondays are not happy And the clubbers all burnt out 'Cos the Es have turned them evil And the As have no more clout, When the lads can stomach no more ale, Each one of them a quitter, When the PM lies while people die, Things can only get bitter. So goodbye lads and ladettes, And all you lager louts, 'Cos Tony's grin is fading, Cool Britannia's frozen out.

Copyright © 2005  Jane Foster

Poetry - The Joy of Filth and Squalor By Space Tart

	They say that cleaning's the new rock 'n' roll, You can scrub your way into a man's soul. How clean is your house? How neat is your garden? Do dusters and Marigolds give you a hard on? But rock 'n' roll's filthy, not shiny and neat Read more...

Poetry - A BLAST FROM THE PAST By Del "Abe" Jones,

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Poetry - Never Quite Happened By Anonymous
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Poetry - THE PEOPLE'S POPE By Del "Abe" Jones

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Poetry - FOREVERGREEN (Big Tree) By Del "Abe" Jones

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Poetry - FROM BIRTH TO DEATH By Del 'Abe' Jones

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Poetry - YEAR TWO and A MOSAIC By Del 'Abe' Jones

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Poetry - Poverty By Andrea Longstaff

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Poetry - SAINT PATRICK'S DAY By Del 'Abe' Jones

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Poetry - One Match Left. By Lee Cassanell

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Poetry - An Indian's Lament By Darren Sant

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Poetry - Marriage and Boredom By Darren Sant

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Poetry - Friendship By Darren Sant

	If love is satins sheets, Then friendship is an easy smile, If hate is a loaded gun, Then friendship is a white dove, If oppression is a wall, Read more...

Poetry - Maybe Next Week By Joe Hakim

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Poetry - A Bad Case of Paranoia One Morning By Joe Hakim

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Poetry - I See Myself in You. By Lee Cassanell

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Poetry - The Price of Oil By Maggie Clegg

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Poetry - TERROR By Del 'Abe' Jones

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Poetry - Dreams By Darren Sant

	A wavery image flutters before a bleary eye, You reach for it, In vain you try to make sense of the image, Freud & Jung laugh at your attempts, Does it bode well for the future? Read more...

Poetry - A Valentine By Maurice Fairfield
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