I'm sick of you
You're full of crap
Mr 'victim' of the poverty trap
What bollocks - and to be blunt
You're just a fucking lazy cunt
Sat on your arse for twenty years
Blowing dope and necking beers
Kidding yourself you're a Bohemian
Quoting Marx and Mao Tse -Tung
Poncing around thinking you're it
You smug, sarcastic little shit -
Well you're not clever and you're not funny
And I hope Social stop your money
So get your arse up and get a job
And before you start - shut your gob
Because you're not a revolutionary, or the people's poet
You're just a tosser- and you know it.
Poetry - Lines of Life - Part Three By Paul England
About a year passed and my dad had met this bird, Sue. After a month or so she was moving in while we were getting pushed out. My dad had said that we would always come first but he lied.
I remember one night I started arguing with Sue. I called her a silly cow and my dad grabbed me round the neck. I ran out and I said 'I'm going to my mams'.
Poetry - Paris Is Burning By Patrick Henry
In '68, students seized Paris to man the barricade;
Copied the '89 Revolution, when Jacobins stormed
The Bastille; guillotined the ruling class to carve a state
Into The Republic, which each new generation remade.
In film, The Cars That Ate Paris, named autos the enemy.
Now 2000 and odd, past boulevards,
Poetry - Lines of Life - Part Two By Paul England
At this time I was knocking about with our Phil. He was working 'cos he had already left school. Me, I was always wagging off school and when I did bother to turn up I was just bad. I had three different teachers in my first three years at seniors, I never did my work, I was just a complete pain in the arse.
Poetry - The Hand That.....By Yellow Bear.
The hand that heals, should be
gentle, quiet and unobtrusive like
the air, that gently cushions the
leaf as it falls to its source.
The hand that heals, should be
unannounced in its giving, like the hand
Poetry - Lines of Life - Part One By Paul England
We all start out the same, young, cocky and we just don't give a fu**. I was no different.
For most my life I lived on North Hull and Bransholme. I've got two older brothers and a younger sister.
I want to start my story when I was 10 years old going on 11. It was coming to the point where
I was starting seniors, times were changing quick. Drugs were coming big again, and
Poetry - Thank You Friends Reunited By Laura Fry
Thank you Friends Reunited, for helping me see
That I've actually done rather well
Because almost all those who bullied me at school
Have hardly moved an inch out of the same old suburban hell
They still see all the same old faces
And miss the same old buses
Poetry - Something Like By Joe Hakim
It's like the guy asleep in a doorway with
an empty tinnie in his hand.
It's like the hours you spend
staring at the paint peeling from the wall
opposite you because
you can't sleep.
Poetry - On Getting A Mate A Job By Mike Watts
He reckons life was wonderful
When he was on the dole
When he had fuck all.
Well now it's a mess
Because there's even less
He's never any dosh
Got a prick for a boss
Poetry - Then, There Will Be No Hope (VT Massacre) By Del Abe Jones.
If we don't change the way we do
And learn to do what we don't
If we can't each, honor ourselves
It's a sad fact that others won't
And there will be no hope!
If life isn't treated sacredly
Poetry - I Hope You Know By Lee Cassanell
The Jews are killing gentiles
And the world is run by reptiles
Queen Elizabeth herself
Is such a snake
There are UFO's in Roswell
All philosophy is causal
Poetry - Head Gone By Joe Hakim
My head's gone,
packed its case and left.
My head's gone,
don't know when I'll see it next.
My head's gone,
it's off to parts unknown.
Poetry - Was Hitler Misunderstood? By The Grunt People Collective.
Question: Was Hitler misunderstood?
Was all he wanted, to do good?
Protect his people me and you
From the people trying to
Blow us up and chop us down burn our children to the ground
Kill the people, who just might
His methods sure may be extreme
Poetry - Girl You're A Real Man Now and Take Me Down Your Stream By The Grunt People Collective.
Being one and the same
Girls got nothing to gain
Fro' tryin' to be a man
Tryin' to be a man
Lovers feel no pain
Rattlesnake in water
Poetry - Antipodes By Carol Coiffait
When you went away
the temperature dropped by four degrees.
Clouds conspired to hide all trace of blue.
The bird-box produced three dead coal tits
and every sparrow changed its tune.
I sent your birthday gift
Poetry - Underground And Inside By Andrew Wastling.
We are the Diggers and we are Jerusalem,
We are Robin Hood's outlaws with nowhere
To run to.
We are Freedom and the scent in the air,
Of Gerrard Winstanley and Wat Tyler's heirs.
We are not broken for
Poetry - - Southern European Fashionistas By Laura Fry
Southern European fashionistas
They really do my head in
With their snotty manner and ten-inch stilettos
That no-one in their right mind would be seen dead in
Trying to get a smile on their faces
Is like trying to jump a ten-metre hurdle
Poetry - Means To An End By Del Abe Jones.
Some will say, People for Peace
Who only want the War to end
Are bad for the Troops morale
And the wrong message to send.
But, who more than those Troops
Would like to come home to stay
Poetry - Navajo Code Talkers By Del Abe Jones.
In May of Nineteen forty-two
The first of those Talkers came to be
At Camp Pendleton, California
They formed that special "Dictionary".
During the First World War
When the Choctaw was used some
Poetry - The Gateway To The Soul By Laura Fry
They say that the eyes say it all
The gateway to the soul, that either repels or enthrals
You know almost immediately that he is the one
The love that you feel for him is second to none
You know that he is the one
When the most boring of tasks can
Poetry - Walking To Campus In Winter By Sam Earp
Walking to campus
I longed for You
Through veiled eyes,
In knotted trees,
I tried to rustle
From leafless branches
Truth's void asylum...
Poetry - The Likes Of You And Me By Del Abe Jones.
I just hope all the People
Find some Logic in their Heart
And use their Minds a little bit
Well now, that would be a Start!
I hope they see the Voting Booth
As a place to show their Will
Poetry - Night Fishing By Mike Watts
Buzzing in the heat of clubber's breath
My senses pinball from arse to arse
As they shake and crash around me.
Stilettoed feet shuffle and stamp
As I scan an electric duo
Boogieing beneath skirts
Poetry - Sales Pitch From Personality Suits Inc. - The Quickest and Easiest Way To a Guaranteed New You (Results may vary) By Joe Hakim
Get yourself a new
for each day of the week,
an instantaneous freak,
just add water and
give no quarter
in your attempt to
Poetry - The Physics Of Fireworks By Lee Cassanell
Everything burnt before matches were purchased
Love falls apart in a room fully furnished
Lies kiss our cheeks and pour wine in our glasses
Eyes on the sky see the future in splashes
She sits in the mist as the jester mulls over
The words on his lips and
Poetry - And a Latter Day Tale of Slavery to Political Correctness The Abuse of Human Rights By Carol Coiffait
Dear Mr. Wilberforce,
A young man is cast out of your city of Hull, Sir
like a common felon because his time is up
and his face doesn`t fit, an arbitrary judgement
as I think you would admit.
In all the best fairy tales, the hero works hard
in a humble job for seven years,
Poetry - Mozart's Last Stand By Lee Cassanell
I never died on that Viennese day
I crawled out of the pit, shook the lime from my hair
Said a prayer for the souls of whose bodies lay bare
In the blood and the mud of their pauperish graves
I would not pray again
For no God would allow
Poetry - Ben By Laura Fry
The little things that mean so much
The reassurance of your kisses
Tender sensations at your touch
The eternal thrill of being called Mrs
Used and deceived so many times
Destitute and broken-hearted