Stringer

There are more than enough on not enough and more than enough on too much, when enough is as good as a feast the least they could do is to share. Q: What’s green and gets you drunk? A: your Giro, the old joke spoke volumes. We might as well be unemployed we could enjoy…

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Pararde of paupers

When you look down the ranks tell me what do you see? Is it the same as what you see when you look down your noses at people like me? If I have already fallen if I am already there if there is no longer hope to rise what do I care what you see…

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Class of ’17

Is greed in society destroying you? it’s destroying me, slowly and methodically crucifying me, I’m dying, not for want or need, but because of the greedy and their many acolytes. if I die a poor man I’m sure man I won’t be alone. (perchance to extravagance, a chance to dream) it’s not Novello and I’m…

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Focus grouped

  They talk again of poverty I see Armani suits leather armchairs Chelsea boots but they yell at me to tell to me there’s hope all I see’s poverty.   This will always be the case in any case it always was, those that have because they do and you and me in poverty.  …

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Books to read

   Poverty and destitution, through these doors a Dickens institution   you can stay at home where your life’s your own or come inside and take a ride down unlit streets on unmade beds between dirty sheets.   he who meets himself beware.   I too have had a share have been there empty stomach…

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Christmas

the bare bones init? always seems to me that the same people win it and the poverty stricken end up lickin’ their lips and begging for more. But don’t let that stop you enjoy the turkey and trimmin’s and while you’re swimming in Clicquot they can go hang. Today, we get our wishbones via telephones…

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‘The time is now’, said the wolf

Asleep on a pallet and we let Lords leap on by and while the hungry men starve we watch as they die. The old year will pass into recency, oh the indecency of history is such a lying pig and while the pig’s at the trough tickling its snout there is the poor man with…

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Black Friday

Trip over the feet of the man at ‘Marks’, fast asleep in the doorway, a pretence of a lay-by on a street where the days fly away a cardboard canopy for cover, we don’t know how lucky we are. Familiar sounds of the family around me, turkey and the trimmings, brimming with joy toys for…

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Disney Worlds

He melts into the kerbstones, some think it’s shit on the street, some throw him a look, but the eyes always cheat and see what they want and you do it too, you pretend he’s not there because you don’t want to see and the ‘please, can you spare…’ you only hear as an oath…

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Oxford bags

It is now when the evening draws in and the warmth of the day dances on the point of a pin when the chances of charity from strangers are slim and the thought of that cardboard.. …yes, that cardboard on the sidewalk by the superstore outside, the pharmacy, on the street where your breath paints…

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Another incident

Our silverware sold off to china our crockery already there Politicians that float down the Yangtse pay homage inTiananmen square. I drink my tea in a cup from Formosa but that name was sold long ago, I have asked about Bombay and Persia, and nobody seems to know. Things are changing so fast I wonder…

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