But this is
The language of the streets
Isn’t it
These days
And it’s not only the boys
Heaven knows what the young girls are after
What with their half-undressed...
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Monday, 3 December 2018
Sunday, 2 December 2018
Cleverness
An don’t let 'em think
That we’re not as clever as they
I’ve read me books
And done the sums
What with the dole
And the social
Boy o boy...
That we’re not as clever as they
I’ve read me books
And done the sums
What with the dole
And the social
Boy o boy...
Saturday, 1 December 2018
Roughness
Of course you see them as rough sorts
Their words are coarse words
Yet it was never like this
Back in your chapel days
Or in the Sunday school
Or at home with the children...
Their words are coarse words
Yet it was never like this
Back in your chapel days
Or in the Sunday school
Or at home with the children...
Friday, 30 November 2018
Worthiness
But don’t think I’m not worthy
I’m worth any two of them soft lards
With my body I can carry an ox
I can pull a sheep
From off them bloody ledges
Up on the scar
Carry ‘em all the way home
If needs must
An that’s not through...
I’m worth any two of them soft lards
With my body I can carry an ox
I can pull a sheep
From off them bloody ledges
Up on the scar
Carry ‘em all the way home
If needs must
An that’s not through...
Thursday, 29 November 2018
Mothers
You turn away
Don’t you
Embarrassed
You don’t want
To be associated
With those harsh
And bigoted
Points of view...
Don’t you
Embarrassed
You don’t want
To be associated
With those harsh
And bigoted
Points of view...
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