It’s not who you know, it’s what you know
It’s not why you do, it’s what you show
It’s not where you do it, it’s where you go
If anyone says different they’d better lie low
Tag: poetry
False – 20th December 1983
Reported knowledge retorted friend
I’ve got an A Level in Latin
What job do you wanna do?
I wouldn’t mind being a chef
I laughed
That’s what he learnt
False
19th May 2023 – The best way to dissuade a child from religion is to send them to Catholic school.
True – 19th December 1983
Lies lies lies – I despise
Truth truth truth – I want proof
Lies and truth
Truth and lies
They both cover-up
Cover up my eyes
Property – 16th December 1983
Destroy ownership
Share and share alike
As long as I can have mine
You try to say without spite
Why follow one fashion
When you don’t know what it’s about?
You hear one sheep bleating
So you can raise your shout
Hide your feelings under a shroud
Tell me you agree with what I say
You never wanted to follow a crowd
But it’s what you do every day
18th May 2023 – Wishing for utopia and telling people that they are wrong.
Untouched Tombs – 15th December 1983
My body is turning purple with torture
– Set me free from this tortured womb
– From the carnage of this untouched tomb
My head spins in crazy undiminishing circuits
– Like the blood through my purple veins
– Who can tell what it contains?
Push the red button in my profiled face
– My bulging eyes will turn to grey
– It seems that nothing will take the pain away
The gravestones of my memory are dull and black
– The scented roses are screaming blue
– The dirt in my stomach is screaming too
The uncertain moods of painful emotion
– Make me sick with their tiring surprises
– Cos they hide behind so many disguises
My imagination has been hurtfully disturbed
– Been taken over by a rat with a disease
– The pains are bringing me to my knees
Set me free from this tortured womb
From the carnage of this untouched tomb
The blood fed through my purple veins
Who can tell what it contains?
The scented roses are screaming blue
The dirt in my stomach is screaming too
Emotion makes me sick with tiring surprises
Cos they hide behind so many disguises
The rats are in the battleground of my brains
Picking and clawing at the plate of remains
Destroying my soul in this tortured womb
Destroying my brains in the untouched tomb
Annihilation – 14th December 1983
If we are a new breed
Then we should stick together
We should fight the system
And not fight each other
Annihilation of self
Annihilation annihilation
Annihilation of wealth
Annihilation annihilation
This is the end
And I’ve heard it before
And so have many of you
And many many more
17th May 2023 – By this time punk rock was fracturing into factions and I was frustrated with that.
I – 12th December 1983
I didn’t
I wasn’t
I can’t
I won’t
I never will
I won’t be blamed
I won’t say
I won’t be named
I
I
I
I
I see
Can’t Wait – 24th November 1983
Can’t wait for the end of the lesson
Can’t wait to get it over and done with
Can’t wait for the end of the day
Can’t wait to get out and live
Can’t wait for the end of the day
Can’t wait for the end of the week
Can’t wait til the end of term
Can’t wait to go out and seek
Can’t wait to leave school
I can’t wait at all
15th May 2023 – Safe to say that I wasn’t a big fan of school.
Wicked – 21st November 1983
No rest for the wicked
No work for those who demand
No help for the needy
Not from those in command
No house for the homeless
No peace for the quiet
Who is despised the most?
Dare you call us wicked?
Red Cacks – 12th November 1983
I got my new pair of red cacks on
Which light up the area when I show them
I don’t like red cacks, they look way out
Red cacks everywhere and round about
Red cacks – stripe down the middle
Red cacks – up my bum
Red cacks – down to my ankles
Red cacks – are such fun
14th May 2023 – My new underwear certainly made an impression. Weirdly I can’t find any definitions for cacks or cecks which I thought was fairly common English slang for underpants and trousers.