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Friends With Benefits

Living my life on the Dole*, Because my Mum told me so, Interview at ‘McDonalds’, but that Tyrant told me "No!", See, we're a family with pride, Don't sell fries at super-size, But where's the pride, If I can't provide, For my own style of life, Spent my money from the *Brew, On Irn-Bru**, I swear that’s true, Dreary, damp & cold, This black hole, I call home, Only 'joy' I get in life’s the 'stick' I use for X-BOX, And I aint got a tumble dryer so I step with wet socks, Work-shy, but money-hungry, Flats cramp-sized & pretty ugly, Arrogant guy, Until I woke up and realised that no-one loves me. Brain melts to slush, in this non-testing occasion, ‘Gain Work’ is a must, for a teenage Caucasian, Nothing separating me, From drug-addled Dads of three, No payday, Just giro day, No jobs… great, Keep trying mate, No end in sight as unemployment rises, Government gives you cash like they were handing out prizes, Where’s my reason to go out & work? My motivation, Its pleasing no-one now, this escalated situation, Experience is something that you earn, not that you’re born with, Inexperienced forever, if I don’t get employed quick, I don't enjoy sitting on my broken couch for hours, I'm your Friend with Benefits, can only wash with cold showers. (*Common British phrases for Jobcentre or Jobseekers Allowance Benefit) (**Famous Scottish soft drink mass produced around Britain)

Copyright © Craig Scott | Year Posted 2013



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November Blues

I’ve got the November Blues, End of a Glasgow Summertime, Solely defined, On the hours of Sunshine, Of which I’ve had TWO to choose, November Blues, Not cured by Christmas fever, Ever eager, For solutions cheaper, How is this a happy time of year? I’ve got the November Blues, Call in sick for work, Sleep/Eat/Chase skirt, I keep, trying to raise my mood, Fireworks and Poppies are good, But never reaching peaks, At troughs I dwell and never speak, November Blues, You’re gone and won’t return, The chances spurned, And lessons learned, You’re gone and I remember, Blue all shades, roll on December.

Copyright © Craig Scott | Year Posted 2013

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Tangled Webs

Tangled webs, My soul hurts, I think I’d rather never have loved, than loved & lost instead, See, I’m depressed, I walk through Central Station giving pennies to the ‘Walking Dead’, I know that time flies, Like that toy plane we built up & let fly from the high rise, Mean guys are just the average, Prepared to savagely damage anything remotely romantic, I didn’t think I was one… You disagreed, The break up was a long one… I doubt that you’ll be missing me, Tangled Webs, My soul hurts, Sometimes I wish I’d never have loved, than loved & lost instead, Secrets & lies, I tried to stop the demise, of what began when I saw you cry, Now that’s all there seems to be, Raised voices or petty squabbles, just sitting in front of the TV, No drink or drug binging, Hanging out in clubs hinging, on drunk women Ambition & passion has been, Missing & lacking, But the vision of you packing up your bags is distracting, Tangled webs, My soul hurts, Mum’s wrong, I wish I’d never have loved than loved & lost instead, See, green grass grows & weeds die, You go from strength to strength; I’m straight from lie to lie, I try to cry, Can’t execute the liquid from my ducts I think I’m dead inside, Our wires criss-crossed, People look and say his loss, but this was, A Tangled web with only one fly that gets caught, So swallow me up & immerse me in guilt, It’s worse to have lost love ‘cos you know how heartbreak felt...

Copyright © Craig Scott | Year Posted 2012