9am Monday morning4/3/2019 9am Monday morning
Time for a drink Must start the week off right Celebrate getting through the night It's hard work being alive With my trusty ale in hand I’ll survive Been tough for me since I was young A bit o’ drink jus’ a bit of fun I a’int hurtin no one What business is it of yours Keep your bloody nose outta it 1pm Monday Afternoon We gots no place to go Just sitting here looking the window Watching life go by Feeling a bit better now Might go buy some smokes Go for a walk ya’ see Let me just finish this Nectar of the gods innit! Me friends is all here like None of them bloomin Paki’s Coming in Stealing our jobs A bunch of criminals them lot I don’t know what all dem snowflakes is complaining about Gotta take back this country before it’s took late mind And Brexit Means Brexit 6pm Monday Evening Oi lads You see the sad game yesterday The state of the city Fallin’ apart at the seams it is No more decency Somebody ought to do somethin about it All that riff raff comin’ in here wit’ deir gentrification That’s the problem there All them fancy Londoner’s comin ‘ere and making everything more expensive I remember when this was our city mind Oi love Pour us another ale I just got to go to the benefit office for me check tomorrow I’m good fer it I swears on me mother That’s the real problem mind Bloody politicians in Westminster forgot about the people they did A bunch of entitled big mouth in their fancy suits Oi, didja hear that one about the Paki the Jew and the Snake? Hahahahaha Right I’m off you lot Best be gettin’ home 9am Tuesday Morning Oi Love Give us a drink
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Like Home17/11/2018 He doesn’t like it here
It scares him Doesn't smell familiar There is dust And debris It is foreign Screams and tears make it clear That he doesn’t want us to stay No where else to go We must make it work Must make the best Of a situation that Is really Not so very bad Why do you keep crying child? Yes we stress Get hairs going gr ay As we think maybe today The work will be done Plaster Electric Plumbing and wood Fixed More time will pass It doesn't track our needs The powerlessness That's what bothers me Yet we'll keep coming back Despite his protestations Little choice we have now This is home Reverse Peter Pan6/11/2018 In the first place there
Was a place where I went as a child who Never grew up But that wasn’t the problem See I always wanted to be an adult Like a reverse Peter Pan The pirates seemed to have More While most people bask in The ignorance we call Innocence of childhood Where people lie because they Are too weak to tell the truth That was never my fairy dust I wanted dirt and grime and rust And real I wanted to feel I wanted able to hold space and get My voice heard As a child it was not possible My mother was on a Mission with us as the tools To be a beacon of judaism In a place that just wanted Me to just shut up They simply closed their ears Their hearts offered no solace So I learned to be ok in silence Learned to hold space in gaze But that was a lonely place In that face a big fella by the name of Donny Presented his dick to a young me In exchange for friendship No just the tip But that was a long time ago Now I thank all I know That I grew up Because now People listen Sick Sucks28/10/2018 Sick son
Crying loud He’s in pain Skin on fire with welts and blisters I am powerless While tears fall for help Cuddles and lullabies The only medicine I can manifest Calpol and nurofen are a gift from the scientists I’m gratefully receive He can smile now No fear but the doctor Waits for us Waits for him Sick son Crying loud Helpless in the face of his pain Illness takes hold We are lucky This too shall pass But sick sucks What do Wizards Dream of?15/10/2018 In the wee hours of morning the wizard slept
Alone in his tower Protected by spells Full of power His magic emerged young Path pre-chosen He dreamed of being normal Mirror Me23/9/2018 My mirror me stares back and sees the unknown
He lives in an alternate reality Timed perfectly But everything has changed Left is right Run is fight Like a scroll rolling closed from the wrong direction He starts old and goes through life getting younger More energetic Full of wonder Is it the same with a selfie? A third party in the cloud Where I doubt That humanity’s wings can last Mirror me just laughs So do I Our opposite selves separated by silence Mouths move but don’t speak Just apertures made the wrong way Not just my mirror self My body drifts into unconsciousness Where my gestures cease I hope he enjoys his body I’m loving growing old Gray haired face staring back Creaky joints that complain I have an excuse to move slowly Mirror me concedes our vanity as we continue to stare I promise I’ll remember you Douglas Karson
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