They cut you down to size
They cut you out of their lives
The future just looks so bleak
No ambition for another boring week
Offer me solutions
But they’re your questions
Tag: poetry
New Attitudes – 18th December 1987
I found this new shitty attitude
I guess it’s part of growing up
I didn’t like it when I first met it
It made me feel like throwing up
Stabbed in the back – no sin anymore
Pushed about, beaten and kicked to the floor
A new attitude with a sense of attack
If you hit me, I’ll fuckin’ hit you back
Something Weird – 14th December 1987
Don’t forget to write me a letter
On that rainy day
Give me something to remember
You by this way
I’m falling off clouds
It’s raining in my heart
Something weird about the sky
It’s all falling apart
Sad Little Girl – 12th December 1987
Have you seen my sad little girl?
Lost and lonely in her desperate world
Face forlorn with the tears she cried
Nowhere to turn and nowhere to hide
Let free of her fears
And to cry no more tears
Released from her pain
To be with me again
Have you seen her sad little eyes?
There is no emotion to see inside
Her cold skin holds no passion to touch
And now I want her oh, so much
Incense – 11th December 1987
Incense holder on the table
Perfumaries wafting where able
I knocked it over – it was so hazy
I was incensed – I went crazy
Ten To – 10th December 1987
Ten to ten again
One of those nights
Ten to one
I start another fight
Ten to ten again
Let’s go home
Ten to one
I’ll be alone
Ten to the end
Another ten friends
Ten score – ten more
Went away – ten to yesterday
24th Oct 2025 – Shared with Poets and Storytellers United #200
Why Nobody Wants To Change – 1st December 1987
So the good days are over they’re all gone
While away your life, working all day long
Nine to five and you think you’re doing well
What about the future, well, who can tell?
Pay slips arrived and Friday’s here
Down the pub for another sixteen beers
Don’t it look great, this lovely world of ours
They make it look like a rosy bed of flowers
They’ve blinded you well, making them look good
Suppressing your mind, you always said they would
Changed your opinion and altered your face
You fit in their plans cos it suits your taste
So who knows what’s the reason
Why nobody wants to change?
Don’t know what you want, but you want it now
Talk to your friends cos they’ll show you how
It’ll look great, this lovely world of ours
They’ll make it look like a rosey bed of flowers
From Revolution To Ruin – 27th November 1987
We’re lost and forgotten in the modern age
Chewed up, spat out, ravaged by the plague
A generation like a new invention
A short sharp shock rather than prevention
Not being able to speak our mind
We must find new answers for our own kind
Say we’re never right, we’re always wrong
Keep in line, stay where you belong
So now we stand ready to fight for our cause
Somethings not right, it’s time to take a pause
Same old story, we’re better, you’re worse
It’s some sort of trendy tribal curse
You’re so cold, I’ve seen it before
Think you’re so big, walking so tall
Seeing what you can get from people like me
When you fall you’ll get no sympathy
Don’t even know what I’m doing now
It’s not worth thinking, I don’t know how
A revolution that doesn’t make sense
Don’t know what you’re fight against
What will you do now you’re having fun
Will you look back at what you’ve done
Gave up the fight for your selfish aims
So you could carry on with your little games
What I See Is All Around Me – 15th November 1987
What I see is all around me
Poison gas comes to surround me
Unhappy until it’s found me
What is all around me?
Acid rain burns up my home
And all the things I’ve grown
With all the love I’ve shown
I feel so alone
Throwing smoke into the sky
We don’t even question why
Who’ll be standing by your side
When the world begins to die
I see the clouds in the sky
As time keeps passing me by
I sit alone and wonder why
As the clouds keep passing me by
I see a hole in the atmosphere
And wondering what I’m doing here
The future seems so unclear
I wonder what I’m doing here
17th Oct 2025 – Ozone holes, Bhopal and Chernobyl, along with Mutually Assured Destruction, all added to the general zeitgeist of fear in the 80s.
Johnny Looked Sad – 8th November 1987
Johnny looked really sad
Looked like he’d killed his dad
Stood outside in the rain
His face etched with the pain
No one said a single word
Least not that anyone heard
Hands in pockets he trudged away
He’s been like that since yesterday
19th Oct 2021 – I have such a clear image in my mind of the photograph that inspired this poem but cannot find it online anywhere. Perhaps I’m misremembering or making it a combination of other images. These will give you an idea at least:
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