Long Dosh Poems

I have travelled through the cluttered corridors of my tired mind countless times. 
I have reached deep into the dark abyss of my captive soul and in that profoundly disturbing darkness, I went searching to...

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The news out Armageddon is upon us and it’s time for all of us to go 
The world's armies have all gathered and they are putting on a show

Heaven is calling and everyone wants to...

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Aladdin and his magic lamp,Ali Baba and his thieves. 
Sinbad and his sailors ship , a thousand tales like these.
I wish I had a djinni, who could open up these doors,
that men with dead eyes...

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I spent my day shopping for rubies

for my Mommy who wished to mate

misheard though because I was small

asked for boobies instead for her date


the vendour asked me how many

I replied I only had money for...

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...  continued...


Now Malc opened a savings account, at the co-op bank,
He knew his dosh would there be safe, it was honest, fair and frank,
But when he told them of his name, they didn't really...

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" Hungry lives in the pockets of All corrupt people  of the World." 
"Any corrupt person has a big mouths to swallow a golden big brick."
          Quotes by poet

Corrupt folks,  
Did you notice that a...

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Children of Market Gods

Oh the sherbet of my youth
To climb trees
And run from bees
To bathe in playful streams
To dress up and be the prince of my dreams

I was captain hook
Marvelled at stories from my books
Imagination...

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In Observant Jewish communities everywhere
  From Jerusalem to New York
The word 'Goy' is used pejoratively               (Hebrew: Person/People/Nation)
  --No differently...

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She designs clothes
He prefers the ones
That he doesn’t wear much of
But what he does he  hmmmmm’s


What a picture he makes
In his nearly clothes
So sexy even with his tatts
Makes me curl my toes

Now he loves...

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The sitting president of the USA (irony)

My dislike of Trump is deep
like that of any dictator driven by ambition and cruelty. 
Then I read the twitter and find tittle-tattle 
about him and the women in...

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Kidnapped. - for Peeking Through The Keyhole Contest

The hole where the key’s meant to go
Was vacant so I had to know
What was outside to be seen
But my captors weren’t all that keen

It seems I succumbed...

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When the attacks on the towers began
I was sicker than sick, and waiting for the man
Bodies fell on bodies, stone fell on stone
‘Welcome to the Orange answer phone’

When the force of the second plane hit
I...

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On Radio 4 this morning, plastic fivers...

So, money doesn’t grow on trees no more
For some of us it never really did
The rich grow ever richer, and the poor
Still grovel for a poxy flippin’ quid
The launderers...

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