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The Lads

Chase the leather
Lads.  Keep the wickets
Lads. Love your mum 
Lads.  Be strong 
Lads.  Don’t cry 
Lads.  Be healthy 
Lads.

Obey your headmaster
Lads.  Listen to the bobby
Lads.  Listen to the government 
Lads.  Look down the sights
Lads.  Don’t reveal your position
Lads.

Be silent
Lads.  Die in anonymity
Lads.  Drag the dead bodies
Lads.  Dig your hole
Lads.  Grasp your hair 
Lads.  Eat the soil 
Lads.  Never come back 
Lads.

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I Spy With My Little Eye

Something sits slunk in the corner
Am I the only mourner?
This stranger rocks weeping 
it has been sleeping

It has awoke to find 
its nightmare was not in its mind
It realizes that this is real
sadness it begins to feel

I step closer to this unknown
For in this dungeon no light is shown
Darkness envelops this victim
My cigarette the only light on him

As I step closer "help me" he whimpers
"save me from these night tremors"
This is no dream my friend
Your sorrow will not end

"I am dying" he tells me
How can I save thee?
"Carry on my word
So little am I heard"

As I step closer to the helpless soul
Gasoline penetrates my nostrils whole
Who are you good sir
"I am Mankind's Conscious mister
I have lived in the shadows as mankind
cuts each others throats without mind
of the consequences of heartless acts
So will you help me in the face of these facts?"

I contemplate his pleading
A conscious this world is needing
But what is that to me
No benefit for me do I see

With the smell of gasoline still in my nose
I flick my cigarette at his body and ragged clothes
As I turn and leave I hear his moans
As I turn and leave I trip over Chivalry and Honesty's bones

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It Smells Like a Pharmacy In Here

It smells like a cardboard box
holding rows of an escape from reality
but who defined reality
was deja vu an afterthought of reality
banished to the rubbish wagon of a society
choking on an assumed reality

Pitter patter goes the rain of pills
pills for everyone
stick out for tongue and catch the rain
what did ya get?
ecstacy ritalin prozac viagra?
they'll all get you high 
a boner or a bender
what'll it be

Love hate
are these emotions?
or pills force fed us by a society
desperate for deviants and pain
phony or real swallow the pill

I think Captain Willard
said it best: 
"It smelled like slow death in here"
even worse
its smells like a pharmacy in here

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Lucky In Love

Unlucky in cards 
Lucky in Love 
  Is the saying
Show me the bards
And the light from above
   I began braying

Hopes and dreams cast asunder
My heart a literal punching bag
   For dishonesty
I said love is a blunder
Made by fools selling ads in a mag
   Sadness was my destiny

But then I met her

Our meeting was innocent enough
We chatted carefully
   Our caution well founded
But love was no bluff
We chatted plentifully 
    Our Love abounded

Once again I was struck 
Her very glance was plenty
    I wanted more 
I was gifted with lady luck
Granting me with the greatest girl among many
    The angels said it was amore

So here I sit
In the arms of love
    I have fallen fast
But I enjoy all of it
As I sit with my dove
    Willing to make it last

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Caesar Really Was a Decent Bloke

I once knew a bloke
Who hailed from Stoke
He saw me on the street
And so we did greet
But I said to him with much ire
"You're a liar
You call me your chummy
But you hate me mummy"
To the allegation he did respond:
"You are mistaken, of your mum I am fond"
"Nay" said I
"You just like her black pie."
After much thought
To his lips he brought:
"Caesar really was a decent bloke"

I once new a lad
In dog tooth suits he was clad
As I boarded the tube
I yelled "Hey rube!
You slept with my sister 
Explain mister!"
He consternated
And maybe debated 
But he said:
"Caesar really was a decent bloke"

I once knew a sod
Who seemed quite odd
I was watching the Blues
When I said "Those are my shoes!
Explain saucy knave!"
He replied: "To me your girlfriend gave
After that
Unforgettable spat"
"That's a false report!"
I said in retort
To which he said:
"Genghis really was a decent bloke"

"Don't you mean Caesar"  I said
Reply:  "Forgive me cabbage head
I have no abode with which to rest my node
Be gone with you
I have two 
That'll make you stew
If you don't shut your gob
Don't talk of Caesar my name is Bob!"

One day
On my parlay
Through Southhampton way
I was confronted
By a man with head bunted
To me he said
"I wish you were dead
200 pounds you owe me"
I shrugged at the fee
But did reply
"Caesar really was a decent bloke"

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Stupid Like a Fox

I've got something wrapped 
around my finger
It's to remember my phones tapped
and to be wary of the stranger wanting only to linger

I've got a penny
for my thoughts
It's for the boatman
when they silence my opposing thoughts

I wish I could fly
off to Dublin
And free myself from the lie
That spells change P-A-L-I-N

Sly like a Fox
their culture of fear
prevents ones from thinking outside the box
instead we pick the candidate more likely to enjoy a beer

The public eye is blind
that misses the truths 
and removes what is just from the mind
and kills common sense in voting booths

Did Germany ask 
the Nazis to change post bellum country?
Did the colonials take the British to task
only to support their continuing policy?

The publics' third eye
is shrouded in the fickle
People would rather know which couple said good-bye
than know how to resolve this pickle

America's on life support
The truth is covered
justice is the only abort 
legal in our culture of fear and different ideas undiscovered

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They Left Crimson Out of the Rainbow

Leprechauns do a jig
Moguls eat a fig
Rubes eat a pig
Crimson is real big

Accountants get a raise
Bankers get to appraise
CEO's get to the next phase
Crimson is the post chaise

Crime lords get the bling
Business men get a one night fling
Choir of Angels sing
Crimson is the thing

Dogs get a bone
Assistants get to phone
Wives stay at home
Crimson sets the tone

Pop stars get the entourage
Winners wear a corsage
Housewives put on a visage
Crimson is a mirage

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Unsurpressed Uprising

She haunts my dreams 
She is not what she seems
She is my Maud
She has a grab on my heart
She reeled me from the start
She is my Helen
She has turned away from me
She denied my plea
She is my Venus
She posseses my soul
She denied me quite cold
She is my Pysche
        Yet I still wish for her love
         And hope it will be ordained from above

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The Temptress

She sets my heart aflutter
So much so I wish she would mutter
Those words "I do"
In front of onlookers in a pew

My heart says it can be so
My mind says it is a no
Should I continue to try 
Lock it inside refusing to cry

Her tricks put me
In some stage of glee
Her tricks go tell
My heart straight to hell

I play hard to get
But hope she will not forget
I pursue her to no end 
My heart I will have to mend

The power struggle between heart and brain
Is larger than one Caesar and Pompey could maintain
Although in a few months we depart
I cannot deny my heart

But I am young
    I should get over it
But wish to hear those words flutter from her tongue

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Seduction

Peering into your soul
I can see the love and hate 
that you have seen
intertwined with the eroticism of a look
pulls me in

In that moment I know everything
and nothing about you
the magnetic pull of your 
eyes is stronger than anything in nature
glowing blue rings surround
the black darts 
that hit my bulls eye dead on
mesmerized more than 
any hypnotist could dream of
your eyes control everything
my mind
my heart
my soul