Long Tottenham Poems

I
The beggar outside the supermarket
You swore was picked up later
In a flashy car
Sat there in the sun for 8 hours
While you pissed & moaned
All the way home
To your bookless
Mausoleum 
With a chlorinated pool
Where one day...

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When at five-thirty
In the rubbed-eye haziness
Of ferreting lonesome night walks
The camera-eye refugee
Asleep in the half wakefulness
Of the hour
Peers out of his high turbanned sockets:
Hyde Park's through road links
London's diurnally estranged couple -
The Arch and Gate.

...

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Passion.com

Spencer was pretty much down and out and just holding onto

The rewards of a life serving country and oath to the Queen

If not for eyesight diminished when a bombshell shredded his face

He could have seen...

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Time is up to the London devil
Crack fiends roaming the streets on a next level
Trying to get a fix from that genie bottle
Kilos and ounces sold by forces
Police can't touch anyone there just ing ...

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Homeless Alexander

Why are you so bloody happy,
Living in your cardboard box.
Looking at life from street-level,
Holes in your boots and socks.
 
Hello Alexander, my old friend,
Did you enjoy luncheon at the Ritz?
Just popped into Tesco express,
Got...

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To me there is not justice in this world,
and no God awaiting us either.
So who, therefore, could freely harm an innocent soul,
and then each night sleep in peace for ever after?

For though many things that...

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Hey Jimmy, what is your story ?
Was your death private or gory ?
Why did you decide to die ?
What was the pain & what was the lie ?.

I see you were only twenty five
When you...

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Your hands lingered as prints upon my mind.
I became a glove for your love.

I gave you time,
I gave you my tongue
so you could speak a moment of ecstasy.

You gave me Cauliflower cheese,
the only meal you...

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She's sat whistling 
unusual?
but good 
little red in the face 
with a blue coat 
and hood.

The big fellow with a moustache 
cigarette ash on his lapel is
whistling as well.

A musical start to the day hits...

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A  person shot dead,this how it unfolds
rioting and looting,electrcticals clothes and gold
Tottenham bore the first brunt,that came undone
and spread throughout the boroughs of London.

As i sit viewing the tabloids that brings
aireal shots fires destroying...

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I was born in Green Valley, west of Liverpool, west of Sydney, Australia.
It's like being born in the Bronx, or Tottenham, or Shankhill, or Govan in Glasgow.
I might as well have been born there too.

Where...

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Let loose the whip
and tighten the lip
with its reasons for humble cause.

And I'm alight in darkened entries
shrugging my shoulders to warm
my picked pockets with another's
shoes.

Burning down the towered clouds
for the gas chamber streets,
why burn the...

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An odour of garlic
and it's raining 
but 
I don't think the two
are connected 
it's probably a
coincidence.

Night birds in the tube train
and no vampires here to 
drain my blood
which is a good thing
all things being considered.

I'm...

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SPURSY

Picture a bride kissing the groom,
While Tottenham Hotspur watch us bloom.
Winning titles ain't their va va voom  

Because that's definitely not Spursy,
Their club history is so topsy-turvy,
While our trophy cabinet is too stuffy,
Filled with...

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