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HIGH RISE

Piss in the lifts
Wind whistles
Like a screaming banshee
Misspelt graffiti
Life is shit
Not shif

If
Is a word
You hear a lot
Around here
Lottery cards litter
The hallway

Save the planet
Can wait
In a council estate
Hate bitterness
Bursts like a blister
On the game
Your sister

The only community spirit
Is drank in large amounts
From the bottle
You need a lot of it
Around here

Learn to live on your wits
Don’t drink the water
It’ll give you the shits

High rise
Low hopes
High rise
Low hopes
People cope
They do
Don’t look
For handouts
Hands up

Geezer knocks on the door
Says Jesus died
For our sins
The door slams in his face


Jesus got it easy
He didn’t have
To live and die
Twenty floors up
In this place
Build your stairway
To heaven

Piss in the lifts
Wind whistles
Like a screaming banshee

PLASTERED IN PLAISTOW

A drink to your health
From dust to dust
One for the road
Ashes to ashes

A hair of the dog
He was a good old stick
Let’s wet the baby’s head
One minute there next gone

And he was going places
What’s your poison?
Set em up Joe drinks all round
Left a wife and two kids

Good pension though
Let’s get plastered
Let’s get pissed
This death talk is depressing me

Yeh me too
We need a drop of the hard stuff
Whiskey no chaser
Bloody Marys

Bloody Susans
Bloody Janets
Bloody Janes
Bloody shame

Set em up Joe
Drinks all round

Spider Jan 08

MEMORY GAMES

There is nothing definite about memory
Memory is not a definite thing
It changes
Fact blurs into fiction
Nothing is certain

Looking for something
One thing that’s tangible
To hold onto
To make sense
Of this tangled tapestry
Of my memory

The mind plays tricks
On everyone
You and me
Look at the past
It’s gone over finished

Looking through a prism
A kaleidoscope
Alter the images
Change the memory
Selective
Choose the good bits
Put the pieces into a jigsaw

Pretty picture
Sells a story
Back to you
Broken pieces discarded
Bad times
Forgotten
Damaged people

Is the glass half full
Half empty

Erase and change
Cut and paste
Fill in the cracks
Crazy paving journey
Remember remember





As time passes
Things get lost
Where do they go?
Thieves steal
From a memory bank
Who buys their dreams?

Memory its not a definite thing
It changes