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Poetry

Saving For A Rainy Day

I like to get a few drinks down
I like to get me self down town
I like to see the pubs and sights
The taxi ranks n drunken fights
I like to get a garlic bread
On nights like these
When Im out of my head
And I just can not
Quite decide,
Is evolution genocide ?

The got to haves
And to have nots
Have got themselves all
Tied up in knots
Everything is now half price
Or even, twice the cost

Winter Sales - Going Bust
Conglomerate, or bite the dust
Everything, is up for grabs
Got to have a secret stash

Do you think youve got enough,
To last another day with us?
Be prepared, until the last!
Is love for life a kind of lust?

Here am I, And here are you
And here are we, Together
Time may come, And time may turn
But we are here, Forever

Got to learn, to make it last
Because the world turns too darn fast
Got to watch for the likes of me
I got to save for the apres-vie

Skin is dry and dehydrated
Livers yellow and perforated
Body-bag, theyll wrap me up -
Cause I dont know, when enoughs enough!
Yes, body-bag, theyll wrap me up -
Cause I dont know, when enoughs enough!


Poetry