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24 Seven

My English is not the best so bound to be mistakes also it deliberately has some in to read as it would be said,comment on these if you like or find other ways to waste your time. Never done this before so here goes.
24/7

It's twenty four seven all of the time,
Facebook, Twitter our lives played out on line,
I've done this,I've done that ,
no excuse for a random street chat,
The photo's never properly shared,
a lifetime gone and no one really cared.

It's twenty four seven all of the time,
sign a on line petition but don't give a dime,
text yu dumped or swipe for a date,
get to the pub and your struggling  what to say to ya mate. 

It's twenty four seven all of the time,
there is no break come night or sunshine,
look at me in another selfie, 
fifty pills down her throat,
if not a comment she's looking nice n healthy.

It's twenty four seven all of the time,
the hundredth tv channel speak's of just another crime,
in the sweat factory there are no clock's ,
one click of the western finger,
and on the door appears yu box.

It's twenty four seven all of the time,
you've got yours so I want mine,
we just consume and throw away,
maybe the child in India will get to eat rice today.
It's all our planet there is no equal,
no second chance and no sequel.

In times of desperate need,
we forget ourselves and of our greed,
the human good does come to light,
to help others dispel there fright,
when I see this the Earth has a heaven,
if only it was like this twenty four seven.

Copyright © Tim Gardner | Year Posted 2015



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I Am

I am the king that cannot born another,
I am the king that make the queen a mother,
I am the whale that gets washed aside,
I am the whale left on the high tide,
I am the lion pushed from the den,
I am the lion never to proudly roar again,
I am the weak excuse of man,
I am the one never to push the pram,
I am the bud that does not flower,
I am the bud that missed that spring sunlight hour,
I am the river that has no head,
I am that river ,that stream,that trickle ,that dry bed,
I am the planet which orbits no sun,
I am the planet where life has not begun,
I am I am I am ......

Copyright © Tim Gardner | Year Posted 2015


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