Soldier Boys 2
Then down to the Abbey, on the way we play fight with snowballs, what if it was real war, IEDs and rockets?
Soldier Boys 1
I went out to Manny to meet a black gal but she never showed. Go to the pub and get pissed, I’m good at it! Then back to town my crap Oldham to another pub to have ale and curry. What’s this? Eight lads surround me at the bar get ready! But no fight, fun!
They try to wind me up do I like men? Yea I like you I tell the big one, all muscle.
I show my WOW tat on my **** and what fun! Party time, we drink as one and I have the big lad in tears.
Juniper’s Daughter: War Is Obsolete – Futility and Hope
Nick Armbrister
The Oldham bloke passed me as I walked down the road
Passing me on the footpath
He was small with a slight limp
Wearing blue jeans and a black jacket
He uttered a comment:
You are a bastard
I replied: What did you call me?
He said: I wasn't talking to you, you idiot!
I added: Be careful
That's 2 insults from him
Being rude to me without knowing me
A fine example of a local male
Who I immortalised in this poem and tell you
Keep your eyes open for him
Be ready for his words
Dustin Ray Oldham is my daddy's name,
His hair is curly and mine is the same.
I love my daddy as high as the sky,
And as far as the ocean is deep and wide.
My daddy means everything to me,
We are as close as close can be.
I am the apple of my daddy's eye,
So much that my pout will make him cry.
I hope to be his pride and joy
In everything I do forevermore.
I have my daddy's ornery and rotten grin
And getting into trouble is our biggest sin.
To my daddy, and my friend,
Life will cause us many twists and bends.
As I get older and much more defiant,
My love for you will always triumph.
Daddy, you are the man in my life,
At least until I become someone's wife.
Do not worry though, and stay strong,
For nothing can break our awesome bond!
CHANCE
Condemned, sent to the cells, throw away the key as you’re a car thief.
No hope, needles found in your room and marks on your arm, druggie.
Loser, crime ridden estate, not safe after dark, they’ll have you for sure.
Reality is here, the estate I live on, St Mary’s in Oldham, like any other in England.
Don’t condemn the youth here as they’re our country’s future, time needs to be
taken to understand and learn about them, not to go to war on them.
Give them a chance, is all lost before we start or can something be made out
of nothing, the young made responsible, to do it right first time?
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