Angry Sam

Biography

Angry Sam is a poet thug, he does poet thuggery, has collaborated with musical mates such as Xahdrez, Usedtobecool, Beatabet, Earthed and Beardyman. Poetry through the rebel eye of the poet well-versed in the history of verbal nobility. Poetry for eternity. You might have seen him in Oxford, Brighton, London, some of the festivals or in his new home town of Liverpool.

Samples

Die Truss Die It suddenly occurs to me That Truss being a best-seller was a government conspiracy, And only then people bought it for each other as presents. Lyn Truss! you lying, preaching, hypocrit, falsely modest, insiduous, supercillious, Times journalist SNOB! Everyone loves to preach grammar And hate to see it teached Now 'ZERO TOLERANCE' screams from every bookshelf Truss the millionaire - Tell her to go care In her own home and not make war cries to the silent majority Who the fuck made her a grammar authority? "Why do-o-o people insist on saying 'haitch' when we all know it SHOULD be 'aitch'?" asks a concerned Times reader in a question-and-answer feature, "Well," says Truss, the militant preacher, "It is regrettable that there are so many working-class people But do not forget they have a venerable history of keeping us alive through their slave-pay labour." Who wants our kids to understand their language, And who wants to band together in the ivory towers of their snobbery, Wishing more people would UNDERSTAND THE RULES? 100 Greatest the 100 greatest butterfly wing patterns "Yeah, but the best one is the monarch, My sister seen one, she said it had..." ... the most delicately vivid beauty that dissolved her whole self in its trace-thin finery, colours curling from the binary choices of complex improbability, and reminding her, she said, of the reds of gently descending sunsets ... "like what she read about in books." Among the dirt coloured houses of Hastings, a boy pulls the hundredth greatest BMX trick, bunny-hopping between bollards. He wears a hoodie that is the Thirteenth Most Likely to intimidate strangers. His friend, Stephan Gilmore, is now officially the Youngest Person Ever to be tagged or to be slapped with an ASBO for being too clumsy in the expression of his 12 year old unhappiness, he's off to Exeter for a while until he can finally forget what it ever might have meant to have been loved by someone. Back in Hastings, giant-sized gulls scrap for high-salt scraps and the sea crashes on passionlessly. Far away in another stretch of ocean, the moon is in motion under our feet as the salt stars sparkle round your hardening nipples and the sunshine dances in the paths of our ripples, and I hold your full, human intensity as we laugh out our sadness into the widening immensity.

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