poems
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Darkness descending impending self doubt I scream and I shout but it won’t let out Run but can’t hide from my mind Bide for time payback is in kind Running in circles frantic finds Memories locked semantic rewinds Bed sheet skies whispering lies Daily retries weakening goodbyes
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Creed of Capitalism Is the greed of capitalism Bringing about the fall of capitalism There is no hope of reforming capitalism We can only settle for abolishing capitalism Solely because of the crimes of capitalism Forget about the lies of capitalism Focus on the destruction of capitalism Socialism the only cure for capitalism
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Magic money tree give us a war some trident missiles plus the bankers want more Oh magic money tree we can’t do without the fruits of our labour give us the benefit of the doubt Magic money tree Its an autumn of austerity A winter of discontent Magic money tree decimated a decade
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living life on a razors edge sledgehammer my soul nothing fills this hole scoring own goals Minds time to dredge
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That little voice in the back of your mind It always pops up during quiet times Not quite sure what to make of it Its offloading all its self doubt Stalking shadow out and about Try to outrun the little voice Foolishly thought I had a choice
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The fall is always greatest from the top of the cliff Yet the view is the most majestic The beating of the waves those hidden caves You can almost forget the domestic Just as the tide comes in those caves disappear Like your problems they will soon reappear A deep breath prepares you for your
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Corrupt cattle cart taking the sheep to market Slaughterhouse decrypted deception Society sold for trinkets and gold If you can be bought you can be sold Conveyor belt life illusion decision Correct the direction the dealer has dealt The game with high stakes and half baked ideas the game of souls run by frauds and
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Sanctimonious stigma sickness is screwing me Mental awareness illness in a field of sheep Car alarms radio bleeps phone staring shuffling Sorrow filled blissful ignorance cheap tricks Broken arm quick fix scrapheap mental condition Monetary decision dream escape visions Hearts locked in the recovery position I never thought I’d be locked in this mental prison
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Peace of mind Or your mind in pieces Life has me in bits Trying to fit in a box Wake up wrong socks Wrong side of the bed Can’t stop obsessing Over what was said
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It’s the age of obedience always meet the deadline expect to be expedient with the decline of society Obey! It’s the age of obedience no lord to usher in deliverance unless you sign up to amazon prime church roof you’ll be sublime Obey! It’s the age of obedience subservience to the pound signs who remembers
Solidarity Steve 