I said I loved you, now I believe that’s not true Now you don’t like me and I don’t like you I never wanted to hurt anyone But this love bullshit is spoiling my fun My hate club, all your friends My hate club, we’re at different ends You say you still love me, but you found someone new A funny way of showing love, now what do I do? Hate club
1st July 2023 – Another poem about ‘breaking up’ with Zoe and her telling me that her friends, who I’d never met, all hated me. The tricky situation of dealing with broken teenage hearts. No doubt, I handled myself terribly.
Every one a different view Everyone a different you People people people Top to bottom Remembered and forgotten People people people Black to white Dark to light People people people But a fight starts Cos one thinks he’s better than the other People divide into parts And start a war People?
Say you believe in God Hold the bible, hold the rod You continue to pick on me Who’s the fool? Ha, we’ll see I thought you were a Christian I’m a patronising shit You get what you deserve Every little bit
I don’t know how I manage to do it No one wants to see me through it All I ever got were questions to which I could not reply ‘Do you love me?’, ‘Say you do’, “I wanna know why?’ It doesn’t matter who started this affair All that matters is that we still care Although all is over and is said and done Don’t look at me as though I’m the only one There were things I could never explain to you I didn’t think I was getting through Now I just want you to remain a friend And we can be like that to the end
1st July 2023 – This must have been about Zoe from Northampton, whom I had met in the summer (in 83?) when she was on holiday with her family. We wrote to each other and sometimes talked to each other on the phone and at one point she came and stayed for a few days. During that time, I had my first sexual experiences though I remained a virgin as we were both afraid of her getting pregnant. The distance between teenage lovers was too much for me to deal with and perhaps I also, deludedly, believed I could do better. I couldn’t.
No one listens to each other Everyone quiet, all keeping mother Until you get to the lines And you shout mine, mine, mines Talk round the table doesn’t get very far The miners just smashed another car Don’t you understand what each other is saying? You know that you’ll both end up paying
1st July 2023 – I only had vague ideas about the realities of the miners and their strikes against nationalisation in the 80s. I guessed it was a battle between a. government and its people and I sided with the people. From the outside, it must have felt like a dispute that would never resolve as no one was prepared to give up anything.
You call me veggie cos I don’t eat meat So I can call you animal cos you think it’s a treat Blood is pouring off your sterilised plate But you can never sterilise my hate You animal Meat means murder So what if you’ve heard it before You never thought twice Cos you don’t listen anymore
29th June 2023 – I was a staunch inarticulate vegetarian at this time. In small-town England alternative views were a battleground and expressing anything like this could see you vilified or beaten. I’m not militant about eating a vegetarian diet these days and slowly more people are conscious of the suffering their own lifestyles bring to other beings. Do what you can.
The dog’s got fleas So has the cat Get them a flea collar Or something like that If you don’t scratch Nothing else will I’m sure this flea Is out to kill
The animals went in two by two One for me and one for you Ending as a carcass lying on your plate Dripping blood, well, no thanks mate
Cos their slaughter is your meat Your life is their death
Well, life holds much more for me Cos you can let those animals free Ten to a pen as the farmers do it again See what the slaughter is doing to them
Flesh is unnecessary for a healthy life So take away the murderer’s knife That rapes the bodies of innocence Surely, life makes sense? Their life for your death? An eye for an eye? Your death is inevitable, but who wants to eat you Brand these children with a fire made of their bones Prepare them to face a stun so we can slit their throats So we can chew at their insides And then brandish their hides As fashionable coats And goats? Fuck the goats!
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