Yet More Poetry |
Is It Really Better? Sat in a caff on a cold Monday morning, Thinking of all the loves that I've lost, As Kirsty McColl sings about her new England, I sip my tea as I tot up the cost. Winding...
Posted by Bob on Thu, 05 Jun 2008 12:37:00 PST |
Even More Poetry |
Hoxton Tosser. He's dressing designer dressing down, I see the bastard all round town And his sort really get me down, 'Coz he's such a fucking wanker! He dresses like Brad Pitt in Snatch, H...
Posted by Bob on Thu, 05 Jun 2008 12:35:00 PST |
More Poetry |
Job Centre Minus. I'm gonna go postal down the D.W.P., It's the last time those bastards'll mess with me. I'm gonna take a machete to me Project Work Advisor, He called me "a malingerer," I thi...
Posted by Bob on Thu, 05 Jun 2008 12:32:00 PST |
The First Poem I Ever Performed In Public |
The Wild Wood.
Shall I take you again to the Wild Wood?
Shall we walk as before,
Hand in hand,
Arm in arm,
Down its paths and through its trackless glades?
Whether in daylight or in sa...
Posted by Bob on Fri, 21 Sep 2007 03:35:00 PST |
A Poem |
Bazaar Macabre
If you've watched T.V. and you've seen the war
And if you've wondered what it's for.
Then listen to me and I'll tell you a tale
About how we've put death on sale
To desp...
Posted by Bob on Thu, 20 Sep 2007 07:59:00 PST |
So I finally Succumb |
So, I have finally sucumbed to the dubious delights of Herr Murdoch's My Space. having said that I was not interested in joining the ranks of the corporate web user. So, I'm a hippocrite, so sue...
Posted by Bob on Sat, 01 Sep 2007 03:25:00 PST |
