WORLD
WITHOUT MONEY
I want a
world without money
Where
everyone is equal to one another
And no one
is hoisted on a pedestal
Just
because of their job
All food
should be free
As should
booze and anything else
Because if
it weren’t a status
Hardly
anything would be needed
For me,
well all I need is a roof over my head
Some food
in my stomach and booze to addle my mind
I don’t
need any widescreen TV
To make me
feel important
As I’ve
got a mind that is free to wander
Outside of
the normal
Away from
the desire to fit in
Remaining
calm in the face of consumerist desires
Telling me
what they think I need
When all I
want is for everything to be free
For people
to forget about dream lifestyles
And to
just be real to who they really are.
FREEZING
IN THE SUMMER
Football
on the radio again
With the
laptop keeping me warm again
This is
life in the last resort
As my
heater lies prone on my room’s floor
Allowing
me to freeze despite it still being only August
If it’s
like this now who knows what the winter may bring
When the
real cold weather kicks in
Leaving me
worried for my life
With my
laptop the only thing keeping me warm
Life here
really stinks but there ain’t anywhere else I can go
Not now,
not in this town
With
property prices rising and the benefits being cut-back
There
ain’t nothing left to do but sit and grimace
Hoping
that someday something better will happen
But if, or
even when, this could happen I’ve no idea
As the
jobs have dried up and all the others pay nothing like enough
Minimum
wage leaves me stuck with nothing to spare
And no
place left to go unless I can make a big change
But what
will that be and where will it take me
I don’t
know, I just wish it would hurry up and get here!
GEEZER
SHOPLIFTER
“Hey
sweets! I’m just going in here to steal my lunch, I’ll see you on the corner”
These are
the words I hear from outside before
I catch a
look at him I take a step-back knowing it best to just hope he don’t try and
steal any fags or booze
A beast of
a man with a dog that weren’t much smaller
Fortunately
he only took a couple of cheap sandwiches and fled
Before my
boss made it to the shop floor
After I’d
called for his help
Brighton - the last resort - like it! How about smuggling a poem inside a sandwich between the pickle and the cheese, it could change someone's life instead of giving them indigestion (I've eaten those sandwiches.....).
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