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Pen-friend
Wanted: Pen friend to share in exciting times
My interests are:
Simply staring or
Sleeping in and watching
TV and paint dry.
Couch potatoes and comas.
Drinking dull dishwater.
Eating ready salted crisps.
Sometimes getting up
And going to the toilet.
Making nothing out of something.
Toe twitching, finger stretching.
Clock watching.
Nail filing, hair growing.
Plain speaking, stamp licking.
Gentle breathing, heart beating,
Distant gazing,
Eye glazing,
Patiently waiting
For your reply.
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Premiership poetry
Premiership poetry pays well,
Sponsorship writes my name on pens.
If I’m injured falling from the stage
And damage my poetic head
They’ll bring on a substitute poet
To perform poetry in my stead.
I want to play poetry for England
In front of sixty thousand fans
At the Stretford Road End.
I want to compete in Europe
And play some Portuguese poetry.
I’d like to train at La Manga in Spain.
When I retire in my early thirties
With a gravelly voice and worn out verses
I shall teach some poetry
At the National poetry academy
Where poetic youngsters
Can learn about the game,
The heartache, the money,
The fortune, the fame.
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Go to da clinic [e-motion]
I gotta trouble – da police
The law
I say stick it.
The teachers the same
I say they’re all
In it.
But my mother and father they say you better change it
That face of you monster you’d better re-arrange it.
You go to da clinic
Put e-motion back in it
You go to da clinic
It’s indifference that’s in it
You go to da clinic
Put a smile back in it
You go to da clinic
Your face we rebuild it.
I got trouble with me nature
I was
Born with it.
And everything is negative no respect in it
Look at you like I want you to die – in’it
Everyone that’s walking by – in’it
I don’t even want to try – in’it
So my parents they say man get off to da clinic!
You go to da clinic…
I drive with me friends – we’re speeding through it
I smoke with me friends – everyone do it
I run with me friends from the scene of the crime
Some gun may be killed and maybe next time?
I see me TV I see all the papers
No-one smiling no good news for us
Just the fighting and the-soapy-snore-us
Send us to sleep and deathly bore us!
You go to da clinic…
Hey! Stepped in da clinic got a fairy tale
Some people they was laughing
Someone gave me a smile
There wasn’t any hate
There wasn’t any vi-ol-ence
In the streets they’re going to teach me to dance
Da clinic it’s going to give peace a chance
Everyone going to take a new stance
Estonia, Latvia, Spain and France
The President dressed in his President’s pants
Hey man we got a global romance!
You go to da clinic…
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