(An exclusive club for those hungry for beauty) In the heights of English conversation there exists a repertoire of colour and nuanced beauty. Those who belong to this very exclusive club are library vampires, and they also haunt the halls of cloistered academia. Most of the time they are up their own arses, exploring the […]
Thoughts before seeing the doctor. I feel a bit bored, and a bit ignored, shall I phone the Samaritans? The rats turned over the dustbin last night but, that’s all right, if you’re a vegetarian. I’m a Vegan, never missed an episode of ‘Star Trek’ what the heck.
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(You might have to use your brain.) Plastic elastic fantastic, tee shirt joggers in the rain on a winter’s night, all believing the fitness cult of lies, hoping to reach the skies, taught to analyze but not how to think for themselves, I hear a million bells ringing, and a universe of people digging themselves
I went for a walk in the woods, and well, only one way to say this; I found a parked up UFO. As I approached the entrance door it opened and a voice said, “you are a Nerden Aristocrat!” I replied, “I think you have got that a bit wrong” ‘No’ said the voice, “we
If you go down to the woods today, you might find aliens learning English Read More »
Once there was a windmill on the edge of a Suffolk village, the men who worked there white with flour dust, labourers in back breaking sweat and toil labour. Children screamed in their mothers’ perambulators bereft of any hope for the future. Disease and cold killed them all eventually, the men took comfort inside the
They called him Dare Devil Dan as he sped through the village on his Golden Flash motorbike. The villagers could hear the low hum of his motorbike engine far in the distance. People would gather in crowds to see him whizz pass them like a streak of lightning, he took everyone’s breath away! “Look out
(to the tune of “While Shepherds watched their flocks by night) While debtors, squashed by hostile tykes, Are by zero-hours contracts bound; Hard rain falls, some can’t afford this town Cos the poor get conned by clowns AMJS
Alternative Christmas Carol Read More »
T’was on the autumn road, I first saw him He looked through me without a care The task that he knew was to make a way through Where others would not dare And with the lamp of the moon be paced With nothing more than his fiery torch I saw the ghost of the Pannier
I start my shift at six am I have asked for overtime, which means I finish at ten pm; tonight the Christmas bells will chime. My kids will be fast asleep, sleep kills hunger pains, I just cannot make ends meet, my problem I’m to blame! For me this is a silent night, silence all
The Happy Christmas bells chime down the high street, the tinsel sparkles around the shop window dummy, tired shoppers trying to find a present for the kids they can afford, drag themselves home in tears. The Christmas carols dirge to the ‘All will be well’ masterpiece of deception called, ‘Christmas.’ Inside this theatre, the unknown
I used to go to church, now I go to Hell Read More »