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Friday Poetry Corner - No Choice

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    Friday Poetry Corner - No Choice

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    Hey - Alf !


    Aye - whit ?

    From the Conservative dark
    Into the ethical life
    The dense commuters come,

    Repeating their morning vow;
    "I will be true to the wife,
    I'll concentrate more on my work,"


    And helpless governors wake
    To resume their compulsory game:

    Who can release them now ?
    Who can reach the deaf ?
    Who can speak for the dumb?

    All I have is a voice

    And the lie of Authority
    Whose buildings grope the sky:

    There is no such thing as the State
    And no one exists alone

    Hunger allows no choice
    To the Citizen or the Police;

    We must Love one another or die.


    Adpated from WH Auden Septemer 1st 1939
    Last edited by AlfredJPruffock; 2 September 2011, 09:04.

    #2
    I gave up w*nking this morning,
    I never thought that I could,
    I'm feeling better already.
    And this time, I'm off it for good.


    K.B.Wilson
    When freedom comes along, don't PISH in the water supply.....

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      #3
      Oh, dear Little Flo I love you so.
      Especially in your nightie
      When the moonlight flits.
      Across your tits.
      Oh, Jesus Christ almighty

      - Derek
      The vegetarian option.

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        #4
        Like a Night Club in the morning, you’re the bitter end.
        Like a recently disinfected tulip-house, you’re clean round the bend.
        You give me the horrors
        too bad to be true
        All of my tomorrow’s
        are lousy coz of you.
        You put the Shat in Shatter
        Put the Pain in Spain
        Your germs are splattered about
        Your face is just a stain

        You’re certainly no raver, commonly known as a drag.
        Do us all a favour, here... wear this polythene bag.

        You’re like a dose of scabies,
        I’ve got you under my skin.
        You make life a fairy tale... Grimm!

        People mention murder, the moment you arrive.
        I’d consider killing you if I thought you were alive.
        You’ve got this slippery quality,
        it makes me think of phlegm,
        and a dual personality
        I hate both of them.

        Your bad breath, vamps disease, destruction, and decay.
        Please, please, please, please, take yourself away.
        Like a death a birthday party,
        you ruin all the fun.
        Like a sucked and spat our smartie,
        you’re no use to anyone.
        Like the shadow of the guillotine
        on a dead consumptive’s face.
        Speaking as an outsider,
        what do you think of the human race

        You went to a progressive psychiatrist.
        He recommended suicide...
        before scratching your bad name off his list,
        and pointing the way outside.

        You hear laughter breaking through, it makes you want to fart.
        You’re heading for a breakdown,
        better pull yourself apart.

        Your dirty name gets passed about when something goes amiss.
        Your attitudes are platitudes,
        just make me wanna piss.

        What kind of creature bore you
        Was is some kind of bat
        They can’t find a good word for you,
        but I can...
        TWAT.

        LYRICS © JOHN COOPER CLARKE
        Just saying like.

        where there's chaos, there's cash !

        I could agree with you, but then we would both be wrong!

        Lowering the tone since 1963

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          #5
          Originally posted by wobbegong View Post
          Oh, dear Little Flo I love you so.
          Especially in your nightie
          When the moonlight flits.
          Across your tits.
          Oh, Jesus Christ almighty

          - Derek
          That reminds me ...



          As I was walking down the street one day
          I saw a house on fire
          There was man, shouting and screaming at an upper-storey window
          To the crowd that was gathered there below
          For he was sore afraid

          Jump! You faicker- jump!
          Jump into this here blanket what we are holding

          And you will be all right

          He jumped, hit the deck, broke his ******* neck -
          There was no blanket

          Laugh?! We nearly shat!
          We had not laughed so much since Grandma died

          Or Auntie Mabel caught her left tit in the mangle

          We are miserable sinners
          Fi-i-ilthy ****ers

          Ahhhrrrr-soles


          PS TM - there is nothing wrong with havng the odd wink altough if it becomes excessive you could always visit an optician

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            #6
            There once was a man from Belgrade
            Who kept a dead whore in a cave
            He said "Errr, that's disgusting!
            She only needs dusting....and think of the money I'd save!"

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              #7
              Aye AB

              Good to hear that old chestnut from John Cooper Clarke - and they say romance is dead ?

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                #8
                Originally posted by DimPrawn View Post
                There once was a man from Belgrade
                Who kept a dead whore in a cave
                He said "Errr, that's disgusting!
                She only needs dusting....and think of the money I'd save!"
                Very good DP !

                Is that one of yours perchance ?

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                  #9
                  Originally posted by AlfredJPruffock View Post
                  Very good DP !

                  Is that one of yours perchance ?
                  No, I heard it many years ago, don't know the author is.

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                    #10
                    Originally posted by DimPrawn View Post
                    No, I heard it many years ago, don't know the author is.
                    It was written on the back of cubicle 4 at the Grantham Municipal toilets circa 1980 along with:

                    Here lies the grave of Mary Anne
                    F*cked & shagged by every man
                    Now she's dead but not forgotten
                    They just dig her up and **** her rotten

                    By some guy called "Anon"
                    How fortunate for governments that the people they administer don't think

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