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Stony clad, pebble dashed, Nineteen thirties, An eyesores worst nightmare. This is your house, This is your world, your inner Sanctum, of love,..

There’s a dirty old bugger Works down the local pool, There’s a dirty f*****g pedophile Who wants to get hold of you. He wears polo ..

Sacred girl You said I drink too much And you’re probably right But I’m still alive. Sacred girl You said I’ve read too muc..

Bathing in the glorious aftermath Of a lukewarm spring shower, The spider crawls along his Damp glistening web, eagerly Anticipating his woven ..

The oceans are rising The ice caps are melting, I’m stuck in the bookies With an old bloke rambling. A drought in Africa The sub contin..

The open book, The clicking clock, The unspeakable sound Of distant traffic, A TV set’s inaudible Programmes, Distorted by the stud P..

A soft rain begins to fall, And a mother grabs her child’s hand. Evening is upon us, It barges in as if on steroids Rampant, fretful and f..

The pale yellow sun rises quietly Across the double-glazed window. The panes are stained by damp The frames are screaming for repair – I h..

She stands in the graffiti lined Concrete playground, Pushing her youngest child Back and forth on the creaking swings. Her greasy matted peroxi..

I can’t explain Or comprehend, Decipher, Fathom, Understand – Why my feelings have waned To the point of invisibility – I j..