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Josh Jones Poem
"That's been tampered with, quite obviously too."
"But it's all I've got mate, until the next one comes through."
It's a bit of a joke, cruel as well.
I'm taking my one pound ten straight down to ell'.
S**t I've passed my stop, quickly press the bell.
Hey Fred, if there's free bus fares down there, do tell.
Copyright © Josh Jones | Year Posted 2015
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Josh Jones Poem
"Do what you want son".
Five words that can feel like a metric tonne.
Or keep you grounded through electric fun.
Eject, discard and reload the magazine of your advice gun, cause' at the minute, I've got next to none.
Give and take, it's a one way street.
Face down in the ditch of defeat.
Delivering dreams feels more like chewing on a mouthful of seagull secrete coated concrete.
No choice but to stand up, put a finger up to the so called 'elite' and attempt to keep your war & battle that little bit discrete.
Copyright © Josh Jones | Year Posted 2015
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Josh Jones Poem
Sk8ing is gr8.
It releases all the hate you may have contained.
Open the floodgates.
Stride over the grate and feel once again elevated.
It makes any woman ovulate.
Just pump and grind, and you've a guaranteed mate.
Copyright © Josh Jones | Year Posted 2015
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