Off Stratford Broadway

What’s the betting that we’ll be getting the runaround. we’re bound to be. the universal credit rap and aren’t you sick to death of all that crap? we may as well turn up our toes, god knows who’ll pay for the funerals (maybe the Co-op). Short of winning the lottery, financially I will always be…

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Options

Thinking I can outrun a bullet from the gun? well it would be fun trying, not much fun dying though when you lose. A lifestyle more sedentary, one in which no one’s out to shoot me would definitely suit me. I’m taking up macrame nothing there to harm me…

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The typing pool

It doesn’t matter whether qwerty or azerty letters from the keyboard have it within them to hurt me the impersonal of a personal computer opened and loaded with bullet points to shoot you and me see it really doesn’t matter does it?…

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Twenty two gears

Take a look into the chasm, wake, a spasm, stretch and it will go, but we know there is a void build a bridge cross into the kitchen raid the fridge make your own way back to where it started from, stuff your face pull back the curtains, Irish lace see a brick wall no…

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Charging up

..and now I try to analyse the dreams that sped before my eyes, the legs, the thighs the flow of hair the way the sun shone, was it me? was I really there? ..and 4:04 why? what for? Monday, wrung out, bring out your dead because someday it’ll Monday for you. At least I woke…

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Beggars on the beach

What do you want from me? a suicidal tendency? a regimental history? or do you pity me in the city me, as I sit and look at you? do you see the leaning towards self destruct? fucked if I can. but it hides well and bodes ill. I could kill for a lager something larger…

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Who

I looked out from the mirror, but I didn’t recognise me he was a little older then I guessed it was a Monday eyes red rimmed and sore I wondered what the man was looking in the mirror for…

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Grumbling appendix

Is Mexico the only place you can go when you’re on a cross border run? Follow the stars and go ’round in circles. Who knows where Haley’s comet goes on its lonely journey in space? but it always comes back as if it follows some magnetic strip or track and what does that tell you?…

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Inside box 13

If I close my eyes maybe Monday won’t see me, a cloak of invisibility would do me right now. how did the weekend end and why wasn’t I warned that today was arriving? it’s always the way night and day day and right I’m tuning in let the day begin. Down there at number one…

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Plotting an escape

Have you ever gone swimming with sharks boosted cars played fast and loose with the women or drank poison and asked for a refill? it only lasted forever until forever came over the hill and we found out that we were over the hill too. If age is just a number I am number fifteen…

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Prep tool

What if we were not but if not who’s got the answer? Maybe we are not planetary, we could be an eyeball in the face of a giant, Monday and the questions begin Cheshire the cat gives a wink and I have to grin…

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Coffee time grumble

Well that went quickly wasn’t it? didn’t it? couldn’t fit the weekend in an egg tray? I wanted it got it used it up forget it. And now it’s now and not then until the weekend comes again…

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Spectator

Monday sleepy someone keep me safe. If we rely upon no one we have only one  person to blame and that would deny us a place in the team as we sit watching the game from the side line…

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What’s not to like about Monday?

Can’t find matching socks the clock’s ticking too slow the weekend’s upped and left where did it go? I’d like to know. Let’s give a round of applause for the chore that’s to come quite your bellyaching and put a stop to the whining the Sun’s out and shining what’s not to like about Monday?…

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That sinking feeling you feel

When you kiss the last of the weekend away and you wake up at three to realise it’s Monday, it’s like the morgue’s come alive to do the nine to five jig, the dead in a combo’ doing a gig. Fill me with lead shot let me drop in the sea or put me out…

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The summer song

We’ll turn into parchment or vellum this heat is hell on your skin. Garters to keep up my socks pectoral muscles hard as rocks a stiff upper lip and an active mind i think you’ll find that I’m in working order. Not ready yet for the knackers yard or for the great referee to give…

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Runway number four

I wake to wingtips spreading out from fingers wrapped around a gun, the Sun decides to rise and risk my wrath, Monday blasts away and I’m shot down here to London, not like my home town but close enough with traffic comes and sleeping dogs that try to wake the sleeping policemen, Kentucky, pizza, ham…

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Them blues

It’s only Monday? then yesterday must have been Sunday and the day before that Saturday? The weekend went in less time than it takes to shake a stick at a cat and that’s that my nose to the grindstone to work and then back home I wish it was Friday again…

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WTF part two

A chip off the block? a rip off? or are fakes the new real? Reveal an idea and someone will steal an idea. We can be unique today or next week we can but some would sooner take to make it their own they’ll never own it though. Listen, you can’t buy a rain forest…

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Shower time

I am wide awake for goodness sake and it’s only a quarter to four what do I bother sleeping for? just wind me up and watch me run alternatively flatter the modern me with a Duracell battery, and where would you shove it? Fluck and Law must have an image for Monday spitting feathers? I…

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