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Simon Herbert Poem
Young minds see options like sand on a beach.
Decisions born of freedom,
The keys to doors leading
To mysterious worlds made from boxes and sheet.
'Lets pretend' a password to scabby knees you find
boundaries unfenced, beckon brave adventurers.
Grandad's old hat now that of Captain Black Beard.
Thrills beyond belief to hide or to spy,
achieve weightlessness on a swing or climb to high.
Brothers and sisters accomplices able
to find treasure buried under the dining room table.
Such are the delights of a childhood;
who could imagine anything better.
Copyright © Simon Herbert | Year Posted 2010
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Simon Herbert Poem
Comin' in, his names Mitt Romney Candidate Presidential
Make a little wish and throw your savings in the well
Say's he's gonna drag the US back but drag it back to what
Back from the Economic brink or back towards the missing link
Girls get in line for the kitchen sink
Su Imigración solución? Hacer Ingles el lengua oficial
Must 'ave forgotten his granddad was an immigrant as well
The old Chiefs must be dancing at the hypocrisy of one lot
Of American dreamers telling the next lot they're not aloud to dream
His great granddad was King of the LDS (Latter Day Saints)
Repeal undo cancel out all Obama's done
All good Americans buy a bible and a gun
Repeal undo cancel out Obama's best
Don't agree with what he says
You must be a ****in' terrorist
Rom's approach to the Economy
Is to print a few more Greenbacks
Undo what Obama's done and
Abolish Corporate income tax
He's into wealthcare wealthcare
Forget about your healthcare
Stop blugging from your employer
Buy your own god damn insurance
Or get yourself a lawyer
On National Security his favorite topic
He says don't get me wrong
It's worth talking to these people
But if they wont listen to Salt Lake sense
We're not going to talk for long
The Republicans star Quarterback's
Crystal clear on Social Issues
No abortions
No pink weddings dear
No stays of exicusion
Repeal undo cancel out all Obama's done
All good Americans vote yourself a Mormon son
Repeal undo cancel out Obama's best
Don't agree with what he says
Are you strapping plastic under that vest
So allow me to reiterate
Should The Rom win the coming election
We'll all be getting ****ed by his
Presidential erection the
Charlton Heston looky-likey's grand plan
Is to help the Mormon Church expand
He'll be sucking the Corporate shlong each day
Even though he hates the gays
And look out Iran its time to invade
The Romnater's leading the Mormon Crusades
God bless the Republicans
Copyright © Simon Herbert | Year Posted 2012
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Simon Herbert Poem
Mozfart, like his brother was possessed of rare ability
Performing in Vienna for European Nobility
Farts of such, power, passion and brilliance
His pants we're reinforced for extra resilience
Amazing you'd think to have a musical bottom
But wouldn't recitals perhaps get a bit rotten
But although be blew through a rather large horn
The accompaniments were pleasant, I'm pleased to inform
For not only could Mozfart trump his brothers Sonatas
Without the use of additional apparatus
With variable, fragrance, flatulence was he also empowered
And could make his blow-offs smell like a field full of flowers
Mozfart's trumper was a musical revelation
Where ever he went he was quite a sensation
Farting Bach's Concerto in packed auditoriums
Then making it smell of roses for standing ovations
This attention put his brother in such a foul mood
He put a tub of fart power in poor Mozfart food
To deliver his grand finale the maestro bent low
And as he exploded took out half the front row
Although he died tragically
He lived his life magically
So next time you think you're about to drop a potty
Think of poor Mozfart and his amazingly musical botty
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In the furnace of her belly deep
The makers spell is cast
My Golden Child is set to sleep
'til mother shines her last
Only through her deathly leap
My child comes to pass
My Golden Child to make you weep
With craving wanton grasp
She's a heart breaking
Bitter mistress
My Golden Child is hypnotizing
Such dazzling beauty you can't resist
You can't resist my Golden Child
In her reflected glow your hearts go weak
A white flag up the mast
My golden child you'll want to reap
Seductive poison passed
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Eyes dark and lifeless, suck all colour from your soul
Drawing you in like a spider down a hole
All thoughts have turned to blind, raw fear
You're powerless, paralysed, white noise fills your ears
Can't talk, can't scream, can't run, can't breathe
Butterflies drop like sycamore seeds
Flowers wilt, leaves brown and shrivel
I continue to consume you with a minimum of struggle
Roll out the red carpet, gold rings n diamonds
Bring forth your children, your morals, your hymens
What use have you now for all of these things
When immeasurable power for the hungry I bring
Can't not, can't stop, can't help, can't leave
Another life passes with no-one to grieve
Eyes fade as skin decays
The face is forgotten in a matter of days
Too scared now to walk out your door after dark
I'm a hood wearing kid with a knife in the park
I'm black, I'm brown, I'm yellow, I'm green
I'm a plane crashing terrorist
Mass murdering Phycologist
I'm a kiddy fiddling priest
I'm a liar
I'm a cheat
I promised you everything in glossy magazines
I promised you wonder bra silicone dreams
Like spend your way out of debt
Dolphins won't get caught in this net
It's just a hot decade, the climates not changing
Follow the soap star who's been misbehaving
Texting in daily to register your vote
Do you really give a #@&% who gets kicked off the show
You sacrificed life willingly for trinkets and beads
One ray of sunshine for a garden full of weeds
You love me, you worship me
Believe everything I say
Find the golden needle in the big stack of hay
I'm a virus
I'm a fake
I'm a radio active lake
I'm a magic bean
I'm a fiend
Copyright © Simon Herbert | Year Posted 2010
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