Satirical

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Lost

It's so easy nowadays to lose yourself in the obscurity of this impersonal world,
Where your face is...

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The parish pump

The parish pump

Fixing roads,
scratching backs
nods and winks aplenty,
village idiot
armed with...

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Democracy Is Dead

Democracy Is Dead

Welcome to the polling station
No need to remove your coat
You’ll find the voting booths just...

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Mornings Are Hard

Mornings Are Hard

My Sunday Morning Homily

Listen up my faceless friends

I do knowingly contend
from...

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Dealing From The Bottom

Dealing From The Bottom

I met the anti Christ
in a dream state
or maybe
twas just a premonition

So...

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Wilfred Owen’s Loot (WW1...

Wilfred Owen’s Loot (WW1 Spring Offensive 1917)

Instrument to be played
no strings attached

Neither trumpet nor a cornet
nor a...

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It hurts

I’m slowly breaking
I want you to be happy
And I want to be happy too
But you don’t...

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Big Brother Is Watching

Big Brother Is Watching

Haven't got time for cynical people
They're never gonna drag me down
Life's too short for...

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M O N E Y

M O N E Y

Money can buy almost anything Money is nessary for clothing, shelter and food
...

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Dystopian Freedom Train

Dystopian Freedom Train

Free to think, to run
Free to breathe, to splash,
to absorb the sun,
to hug or pash...

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Surreality

Surreality

Sitting under the blossoming tree,
hearing the sail-white-wind blow the branches,
petals...

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The Hundredth Idiot

The Hundredth Idiot

One hundred idiots cooked up a plan
To find out who was the cleverest man
They decided that ‘...

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Irreverent Hotheaded Grinch

Irreverent Hotheaded Grinch

(Any resemblance between said title,
as told tummy by ya finch,
and commander in chief,......

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The funny thing about love

The funny thing about love,
Is that it does not come when wanted
And never when you ask...

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No Paint Today

No paint today, the easel's packed away
My brushes stand forlorn pencils are unshorn
No oils...

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Tech Wreck

Tech Wreck

How could we have known
the awesome power
of these hand held devices
that lived in our...

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~ The Metamorphosis ~

~ The Metamorphosis ~

Cradled in the crouched culture
The city cowers and crowds
The meaningful Icabods
...