So many are falling from the skies, of comfortable lives
So many are falling from the skies, of comfortable lives
Until between the clouds, we can see me and you
Drinking in the bar one minute
Then outside Tesco
Mouths ajar
So many are breaking up inside
Falling from the skies,
Of comfortable lives
Passing the credit cards
Trying to grasp Universal Credit
Fingertips touching their children
On the way down
La...
Wednesday 18th October 2017 11:22 pm
Kensington and Chelsea
Sleep well tonight
With your burning
Log fire
Scurrying and searching,
For that 12 year old wine
A steaming shower
Cooled with luxury cosmetics,
Burning your botox lips
Sleep well tonight,
Holding on to those
Curled up in fresh satin sheets
And what troubles you?
You don’t want the poor
Living in a block of flats next door.
Well, now yo...
Saturday 17th June 2017 9:01 pm
Strong and Unstable
Strong and unstable
Get down on your knees
You have nothing between your ears
Love me… love me, please
Don’t have a conscious
We can do without that
We’ve capped your ability to think clear
Vote for me…
I have lovely beads
I’m a strong bitch
I’ll kick your street lights out
I’ll make the north a level playing field
A car park with zero hours contractors at ...
Tuesday 16th May 2017 9:33 pm
Life is racing past me
No sooner have I tied my shoe laces then another chore begins
One door closes and another left ajar
“please come in”
let the ceremony of rejection begin.
I’m at pains to tell them I was not always like this, then realise I’m at Tesco’s with a grapefruit in my hand
“ahh never mind”
Life is racing past me
Like the horse I bet on at the 3.25 crippled with anxiety
“ah...
Monday 17th April 2017 10:54 pm
They answered the call to prayer
They answered the call to prayer
On their knees
For the unholy one ..
For the veil to fall on every woman’s face
Every beer to be swiped from every hand
They answered the call
Of the devil, dry and poisonous to touch
to…
Slash
Ataturk’s throat
Snap
Freedom of speech
Gas
Protesters and leave their bodies hanging in the streets
Turn Kurds
In...
Monday 17th April 2017 10:51 pm
The Island of the Dead
Under the soft snow of Alabama
They let him hang from a tree
To tell them “no one messes with Mary Lee”
In a classroom 50 miles south they picked on María Guadalupe.
And made her lick pee
At a special school they broke off for tea, went back to their dormitories
And saw Steve Jane and others too burnt to see
In the Island of the dead
They made America cremate...
Saturday 21st January 2017 1:59 pm
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