Poetry

World war 3 (part 2)

How many lives will be lost?
Before we calculate the cost.
Raging hate outward bound.
Until we put troops on the ground.
Blazing battles from the sky.
I can't help asking myself why?
Just what now will this achieve?
Except leave families who grieve.
We must send troops en masse to ease,
the pain that's felt by the refugees.
What's left for them to return?
But piles of rubble and fires that burn.
We've destroyed what they're trying to keep.
They'll go back but with nowhere to sleep.
Have we done more harm than good?
Would we do it differently? If we could.
The only solution I can see.
That would end all this misery.
We must send troops en masse to ease,
the pain that's felt by the refugees.

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Justice

Everyone wants me
but no one can get me,
if something goes wrong
and you get the blame,
I am not the one who will show my face,
for I am the one they call justice.

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 Meaningless songs

Can't get this feeling outta my head,
I want to go out, don't want to be dead,
don't want to be right, don't want to be wrong,
just want to go out and have some fun.

Don't want to be here, don't want to be there,
don't want to be any fuckin' where,
don't wanna walk before I can run,
Just want to go out and have some fun.

I want to wake up, don't want to sleep,
I'm feeling hungry, ain't got time to eat,
don't want to be the monk who marries the nun,
just want to go out and have some fun.

I need a holiday, can't afford to go,
I gotta work, when I should be at home,
wish I could sit around and be a bum,
but I gotta go out and have some fun.

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Jamie Oliver


Jamie Oliver what a cunt.
How I would love to go and hunt,
the bastard down and shoot him dead,
put a  bullet in his head.
With your shiny pans and wooden spoon,
what are you like? You mockney goon.
Spouting bollocks for your wealth,
go microwave your fucking self.

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Day I went to hell


When I emerged from out the dark,
I took a walk across the park.
The sun was out, the sky was blue,
I was trying to think of what to do.
Why was no-one else around?
Had nobody survived the sound?

The rubble was there plain in sight,
but no bodies, this wasn't right.
Something strange had happened here,
my thoughts were now twinged with fear.
Was this how the world would end?
Or was I going round the bend?

It was then, that I saw,
the girl standing in the door.
She was just the greatest sight,
there might be more - well there might.
Or was I living in a dream?
Why was she about to scream?

She pointed straight to my left side,
so I took a look as I took a stride.
Panic hit I no longer felt calm,
as I realised that I had no arm.
All there was, just a ragged stump.
From out of it blood began to pump.

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Legs eleven 


I know a bird,
she is lush.
Can't do her,
for she has thrush.

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Badlands

Blood money in your pocket,
just blood upon your hands.
Crazy nights spent dealing,
driving around Badlands.
The safety of the Browning,
heavy beneath your arm.
Winding down the window,
the night seems still and calm.

The contract has been issued,
the hits on for tonight.
Another heartbeat ceased,
before the break of light.
Shotguns fully loaded,
the targets unaware.
He leaves behind three kids, a wife.
Godfather doesn't care.

Little girls stood on street corners,
waiting for some luck.
There's a horny, dirty bastard,
looking for a fuck.
This pretty little thing earns just enough,
to go and buy some gear.
Next punter is a psycho,
who slices off her ear.

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World war3 (part one)
Crying, cowering, living in fear.
Thirsty, hungry, can't stay here.
Exhaustion, panic, hiding away.
Dead, dying, wounded lay.
Praying, wishing, for an end.
Help, supplies, someone must send.
Explosions, gunfire, still they come.
Exterminate, eradicate, job will be done.
Colder, night, brings the frost.
Weeping, sobbing, over loved ones lost.
Mum, Dad, Sisters dear.
Anguish, asking, is the boarder near?
Mountain, slope, down we go.
Must leave Kosevo.
Safety, aid, over there.
Shelter, food, do we know where?
Darkness, moonlight, time to sleep.
Yet again I begin to weep.

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Out of my tree
I can't remember the last time I felt wanted
and lately all I feel is haunted,
by memories of such good years
my days now, seem full of tears,
lies, hate, pain and misery.
So I'll get out of my tree


I've had a smoke,
I've drunk some booze,
now it's time for me to loose.
I need someone to take away,
the pain that I can feel today.


I can't remember the first time I felt well
and could come out of my lonely shell,
to live my life like I want to
and do the things, I want to do.
Laugh, chat, joke and to be free.
so I'll get out of my tree.


I've had a smoke,
I've drunk some booze,
now it's time for me to loose.
I need someone to take away,
the pain that I can feel today.

I can't remember the last time I felt no fear
and had somebody to hold me near.
This pounding ache I have inside,
makes me wish that I had died
but then I think of what might be,
so instead I just get out of my tree.

I've had a smoke,
I've drunk some booze,
now it's time for me to loose.
I need someone to take away,
the pain that I can feel today.

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Written on Llandudno promenade


There is something comforting about the sea.
Something peaceful and there's me,
sitting here upon the steps,
my happiness it knows no depths.
There also is a hint of woe,
now every ones gone, oh I don't know.


As a child, here I would play,
on a hot and sunny day.
My life it was so simple then.
No fear or sadness I knew when,
my family and friends were here,
and memories of it are dear.


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Mother Nature's Way's

Blood trickle down rose, drip onto snow,
the mountains high, yet we can't go.
Air so fresh, takes your breath away,
all things end, come what may.

Rivers run dry, rain doth fall,
trapped against, a red brick wall.
Cultures clash, and people die,
lost someone? ask yourself why.

Mother nature, works her ways,
sun comes out, on lazy days.
Lots of things, I should have done,
and lot's of battles, I should not have won.

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Irish Hope - (written following the Omagh bombing 1998)

Shattered glass and buckled steel,
busted brick, a Ford Escort wheel.
The odd flickering flame darting around
and lots of rubble upon the ground.
A perfect silence falls on the street,
for those who arrive, what a sight to meet.

Broken bodies, a twisted mass,
a faceless child, it's a wee young lass.
A blood splattered pram in the road.
Warnings came too late, without a code.
Then in the darkness someone screams,
they'll survive or so it seems.

Ambulances arrive and the fire brigade.
The street will take months to be remade.
It's the dead and maimed we have to think about,
we'll remember them without a doubt.
These senseless killings will not bring peace,
this meaningless violence, must now cease.

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Chlamydia

The dirty whore has many diseases,
that she passes on to the men she pleases.

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Remorse


You see, well, we kind of got into a fight.
I never knew him, as nor do I you.
I couldn't help it, just something I was ordered to do.

I'm so sorry, I killed your husband last night.
You see, well, we kind of got into a fight.
I'd never met him,didn't know his name.
I suppose it is that it is me that you should blame.

I'm so sorry, I killed your son last night.
You see, well, we kind of got into a fight.
I suppose you'd call it murder but not chargeable by law.
Please understand, he was the enemy, after all we are at war.

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Kind note

Dear Mr Blair
How dare
you sit there
and stare.
When your cabinet is lying,
about the people dying
and the children crying.
While we are sighing,
through frustration and pain.
Our energies drain
and our people strain,
just to maintain.
Order and peace,
to the world and it's niece,
'cause we can police,
in order to cease.
Racial discrimination,
worldwide oppression,
millions depression,
our planets destruction.
World poverty
and child cruelty,
nuclear warfare technology.
Yours sincerely
Howie.

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