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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What a wheeze

Money money sunny smiles sign up for new medical trials. Guilty. Smith and Nephew Glaxo Klein cures for this one cures for that cures to kick one coming back cures with pills cures for piles money money sunny smiles. Curing us of wanting a cure curing the system curing the poor it’s the gravy train…

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Them again

We get our seniority but it’s like bungalow priority, you have to wait your turn. I’d burn the flamin’ lot of them build houses fit for working men. We are down there at the bottom of the list and they wonder why we’re so pissed off I think they’re getting off on poverty it’s porno…

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Pauper

Another Sunday put to bed with jam and bread, but thankful for this supper feast, at least I’m being fed…

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