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Best Poems Written by Kevin Mcallion

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Silver Spoon

Born with a silver spoon
In his mouth
But it's rusted now
By the heroin flame
A world of possibilities
Washed away by pain

The blue blood
In his veins
Is polluted by junk
After taking the step up
From smoking skunk

Just another junkie 
Now

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The Quick Fix

Give us the quick fix
The easy way out
A heady dose of
Instant gratification
And we'll forget about 
The intellectual annihilation
Of sixty second news 
On BBC Three
Then prime-time karaoke
From deadbeats on ITV

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Word Association With a Hypochondriac

Hello
Goodbye
Morning
Sickness
Cigarette?
Cancer
Drugs
Salvation
Fluffy little bunnies
Myxomatosis
Yoghurt
Bacteria
Sunshine
Melanoma
Toilet
Armageddon
Death
Everywhere
Drugs
Salvation
Healthy
Obsession
Hypochondriac
Moi?

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The Hospital Bed

They gather round the hospital bed
United in a communal dread
Brothers, sisters, daughters and sons
Here to see the departing one

For there's no way back,
The doctors relate
And the poor old boy
Will soon meet his fate

A life cut short
By the demon drink
So into the ground
His body will sink

He didn't want it to end like this
A pale shadow of his former self
And faintly reeking of piss

But that's the way 
It's sadly to be
At least his soul
Will soon be free

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Greed

STOCK	
SHARE
GREED
NEVER
STOPS
EATING
AWAY
AT THE
WORLD

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Technology

Technology was meant to set us free
Sadly, it wasn't to be

A generation of zombies 
Wasting our lives away
Poking people down invisible wires
Laughing out loud as they reply
With a 10-second video
Of a monkey drinking his own pee

Weren't we more productive
When only four channels were on the box?
In the days when watching nobodies 
Go about their daily business
Was reserved for peeping toms 
And the secret police 

Christ could come back tomorrow
Dispensing wisdom
That would echo through the years 
But nobody would be able to hear him
With white Ipod headphones
Stuck in their ears

The moral decay is well under way
When a live feed
Of bestiality
Is just a click away

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Nightclub Queue

Standing near the front of the queue
The boy rehearses his lines
"Just three or four pints"
Over and over again in his head

Focussing on every step
That takes him to the inquisitor
Stray too far to the left or right
And there's no way back

Behind him, the underage drinker
Tries his best to blend in
Three years underage but 
Looking sharp in his best togs

"Play it cool," he says to himself
But the doubts creep in
As butterflies mingle with 
The Merrydown in his gut

Further back, a girl peers
Into her make-up mirror
As she tries to remove the traces of vomit
From that alleyway spew

The icy wind drags its nails
Through her ample bare skin
But it fails to break her concentration
There's drinking to be had

The guy behind can't help but admire
As she bends over to dab
Chilli sauce off her high heels
With a Johnson's baby wipe

With girls like this around
He will surely add another 
Notch to his bedpost
By the breaking of the light

A more miserable night beckons
For the punter round the corner
As a half-empty bottle of beer
Smashes full in his face

As the perpetrator takes flight
With an impressive turn of pace
His victim crashes to the ground
And awaits the siren's call

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Second Life?

By day I move in shades of grey
Just another suit
Waiting for the boot
As the shareholders bay for blood

A lonely tear falls
In my microwave meal for one
Will anyone miss me
When I am gone?

But when I get back home
The laptop sparks to life
And life begins again
The caviar of avatars,
They all fall at my feet

A heady surge 
Of pixellated power
Wipes out the pain
Of my darkest hours

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Aye Right

AYE RIGHT
Written 6 May 2008

So the guy 
In the Right Guard advert
Has "had a bad day"?

Excuse me if I don't
Shed any tears
On this jumped-up eejit's behalf

A dressing down from the boss
When his powerpoint presentation
Doesn't go down well?

Try drawing the Nat King 
With hungry kids to feed
A real living hell

A rogue tennis racquet
Sends a dummy's head spinning
In an embarrassing incident at the mall?

Try security guards 
Turfing your gin-soaked carcass
Out in the rain
When you try to kip in their hall

A key breaking in the door
So his night of passion
With a beautiful bird is put on hold?

Still much better than
A sherman over the Daily Star
And the worst imagineable paper cut
On one of the folds

I wonder how this idiot
Would deal with genuine grief
And despair?

He'd need more than 
A can of Right Guard
To stop the sweat from
Flooding everywhere

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Fall To Grace

Johnny's up on the ledge again
Third time this year
Looking for a glimpse of beauty
That will drag him back down

But it's a gloomy Glasgow morning
And all he sees is misery and despair
God's curious creation
Has never looked so bleak

No kids at play, no laughter in the air
Just sullen, worn-out faces
And poverty everywhere

It's a life sentence Johnny knows only to well
But he puts his right foot forward
And finally escapes from his cell

Freedom courses through his veins
As he hurtles towards the ground
A five-second thrill ride
To end his years of hell