Hit and Run

    Hit and Run

Knife, machete, bottle, gun,

Blood and glass along the path,

Wall of silence, drug deal done.

Reckless drivers hit and run,

Random hearts get cut in half,

Knife, machete, bottle, gun.

A boy shot somebody’s son,

Rode away and had a laugh,

Wall of silence, drug deal done.

In memory of a little one,

Flowers, around a photograph,

Knife, machete, bottle, gun.

The police call, the neighbours shun;

Name the culprit? Don’t be daft!

Wall of silence, drug deal done.

Cheeky, cheerful, joyful, fun,

Too young for an epitaph,

Knife, machete, bottle, gun,

Wall of silence, drug deal done.

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The Party House Diaries

 

The Party House Diaries

Unruly man boys making lots of noise

Shouting and laughing they kept me awake

With monotonous beats rowdy oi ois

I lay abed waiting for things to break

4 am. I couldn’t get back to sleep

Just shut the fuck up a woman’s voice cried

I got up pulled back the blinds had a peep

Saw people in hoodies standing outside

Somebody called out I couldn’t see who

I wondered if he was yelling at me

Night was lit up by lights of flashing blue

Went downstairs at dawn made a cuppa tea

Took it upstairs clambered back into bed

Not before shutting the open fanlight

I tried to read but kept dozing instead

It'll be kicking off again tonight

Mid-day Monday it’s presently quiet

All of the tenants must be sleeping sound

Last night sounded like a prison riot

Without any prison officers around

Be careful sir I was told by the law

There’re some dangerous people in there

No supervision no one’s keeping score

Emailing the council gets you nowhere

There’s a landlord lives many miles away

A greedy profiteering millionaire

As long as he receives his monthly pay

He doesn’t give a toss about aftercare

I don’t wanna judge but I feel let down

This used to be a decent neighbourhood

Now it’s becoming the rough end of town

A meeting place for the up to no good

The ruckus carries on all through the week

And the weeks after they bawl and they shout

Night after night and it comes to a peak

At 5 am. when the rage has burnt out

And I think as they finish their carouse

A halfway house with no overseer

Is really no more than a party house

There’ll be no rehabilitation here

Tories Backing Down (by Thick Lizzy)

Tories backing down (by Thick Lizzy)

Rishi Sunak fled today

Penny Mordaunt’s gone away

Liz Truss had much to say

But man all she said was crazy

They were asking is Rees Mogg around

How he was where he could be found

I told them he was lying down

That old pencil sure is lazy

Tories backing down

Tories Backing down

(I said) Tories backing down

Tories backing down

Tories backing down

Tories backing down

Tories backing down

You know that dick that used to lie a lot

Every day he’d be blustering with all his rot

Man if this was China he would be shot

I mean he was scheming

And each night over at Johnson’s place

An Eton Tory boy was getting off his face

Pincher turned out to be a sex case

Javid wrote a resignation letter

Tories backing down

Tories Backing down

(I said) Tories backing down

Tories backing down

Tories backing down

Tories backing down

Tories backing down

Spread the word around

Penny’s backing down

Just spread the word around

Friday night they all tried to thrill

Krishnan Guru-Murthy’s grill

Truss was scared of Andrew Neil

But if the plebs wanna vote we better let ‘em

Yeah Kwasi's in a corner singing out that same old song

The pound's getting shorter it won’t be long

Won’t be long till Starmer comes

Now Blair the 2nd’s here again

Tories backing down

Tories Backing down

Tories backing down

Tories backing down

Tories backing down

Tories backing down

Tories backing down

Tories backing down

Tories Backing down

Tories backing down spread the word around

Tories backing down

Tories backing down

Tories backing down

Tories backing down

Eating cake and drinking vino

Tories backing down again

Joe Blot

 

 

Joe Blot

 

Joe Blot, on the face of it, had it all:

Family, wealth, popularity, fame;

But sure as the mighty are bound to fall,

Misfortune, in mass battalions came,

And took all away, as if by design;

His house, his money, his children, his wife;

Relentlessly trashing everything fine,

Vindictively stabbing, twisting the knife;

Plundering stuff that makes life worth living;

Finally, even his health declined too;

Cancer, malignant and unforgiving,

Poisoned and spread till his organs were through,

And he died a tramp, barely recorded,

A hapless Job, yet far less rewarded.

Greed is Good

"Greed is Good"

A glutton at each opportunity

Lawfully steals with impunity

Fills up a trough

With a snort and a scoff

And basks in entitled immunity