Clubcards

I’m in the club awfully rich, unlike you, who are a bitch

Tesco, More, Nectar plus four, prices cut at a score

a secret little place consumer war

is it fair to create cuts of this kind 

when people struggle to keep unblind

A secret club to make you special

rob the blind with inflatory schedules

I urge the markets to play it fair

Cut down profits and open bare. 

give cuts to all who shop

make these special clubs all stop. 

Greedy

Ever wondered why everything is so expensive and wages are low, it’s all because of Capitalists greed, if an item is made for a penny then how does it equate to 0.50p in the shop?, the simple answer is every person that has a handling of this product along the way to the shop has to make a profit which bumps the price up.

Companies are making millions to billions of pounds in profit, when profits are down then Jobs are lost!, why? If all companies were to accept lower profits then wages and jobs would not have to suffer, let’s face it if profits were capped to a slow growth then wages could be kept at a decent rate abolishing the need for food banks etc. 

Things have to change, rich aristocracy is simply taking the royal ‘P’ out of ordinary people and then blaming ordinary people for the mistakes that they themselves make. We need to vote in a party that takes into consideration the human race as a whole and not the wealthy. Just something to think about!. 

A forever chance

Sunshine that I bequest bring forth my happiness

have it shine for one last time, 

true to word I am but thine, 

never let the thunder rule; 

the rain soak to a swimming pool

forever keep your heart for me, 

within your love my heart is free, 

a lifetime spent for a sip of wine, 

a snippet of chance our lives entwined, 

intoxicating fever with one more vine, 

the choice to choose was yours not mine, 

I waited in anticipated stare

the moments of pain, a historic fear

silently I sat with you in mind

to any other woman, completely blind

I found my queen without a shoe

My love eternal just for you. 

Little Boy

Once there was a little boy who became lost

he felt so cold within him rose the frost

not a person understood his iniquities 

other children would poke and take the piss

it hardly felt that he belonged

in this world of torture with not much song

how could he become a man?

when always down; wearing a frown

whatever he had, eventually broke

he sometimes dreamt; yet in them choked

waking up crying, desperately sad

felt so unloved; forever would

chosen choices, as he should

always alone in the neighbourhood 

poor little boy, nothing went right

he always had a smile to show

never letting others know; hurting in fight

it will remain so; keeping it wrapped tight. 

Kick

Kick back and hold your own

Might aswel coz your all alone

ain’t no fun in being coy

masticate freely without the joy 

Choice to retire; really?

Experience the thrill; taste the bitter pill

travel worldwide with a bit on the side 

enjoy life to the full try not to be dull

They’ll find you in the end-on that you can depend

The fog on the Tyne, work in the mine

black bras and bondage, will take an advantage 

them hills in Yorkshire and Cotswold west 

Meant for the young providing no rest

As a ordinary person who’d love to retire

forget your future; things are looking dier

zealous greed for money, xenophobic arsehole honey

become a stupid poet like me, care for each person

then see; relinquish anger, feel free

A Government tricks

Swindon to Gloucester, Earth to Mars

Much less pollution, less of them cars

Smokeless theme lowering torture 

Clearly blinded from an unseen future

Mum and Father have to work

They cannot claim tax from a washer woman’s dirt

Both parents pay, what about the young

Put them In an institution for working class scum

One earn for the bills, one earns for Taxsome money left for Mc’ds, to feed little MaxFollow the dream keep the filthy richThen sit down and, think!Ain’t life such a bitch!.