Tuesday, 20 December 2011

So SAD




In Jan and Feb the frost starts to thaw
The days are much fresher and the nights aren't so raw

In March and April the season advances
the weather improves and the sunlight dances

In May and June the buds start to sprout
The leaves thicken up and its green all about

In July and August warm turns to hot
The rains all but gone and we're liking our lot

September and October the harvest is reaped
The stores are all full and larder is steeped

November December the weather turns dreary
The winter is here and the darkness is near me
The days resemble nights, the sun rises late
The dark arrives early, there's no sense of day
Beer gardens' over and there's little to do
Outdoor sports are not easy too
The elderly die, an unnecessary norm
Chilled to death, can't afford to stay warm
Energy bills increase, boilers pack in
Underused pipes are prone to freezing
Ice on the roads and leaves on the track
Shovelling driveways, breaking your back


It's no wonder the pagans invented Christmas
It's to break up the months where the world seems to dis us
They've give us an excuse to huddle together
To sing and be merry and ignore the weather
Stay all warm and happy as we watch and recite
To not feel the dark, light our houses up bright
and not mind the roads, we've time off from our shifts
and don't worry about the elderly, just bask in your gifts.
Set get down do Clintons and buy me a card
“Merry distraction from the centre of bleakness”
...I find winters hard.

Sunday, 11 December 2011

Round our way




It's rough on our estate
most pubs are now closed down
one road in and out
and 15 miles from town

Trends take a while to reach us
were pretty tucked away
most people never leave the place
they mainly want to stay

Lippy kids play freely
near the few shops that remain
we got a cash machine in 2003
we've buses but no train

I could go on about the bleakness
but the honest truth is this
what you never have
you very seldom miss

And growing up I didn't go short
my life was not impaired
I had the best of friends
and good neighbours who all cared

I must reveal my status
and hope that you'll forgive
as I moved away some years ago
so the estate's not where I live

Now I moved for the love of a girl
and not some social crusade
and whilst I'm in suburbia
don’t let my words degrade

Because no matter how far I travel
I'll state where I'm from, and be glad
that you can take the lad from the estate
but not the estate from the lad

Thank you for my upbringing.

Neorisis x of y (Work in progress)

When walking past interesting houses, my eyes I cannot control
They sneakily peak through the window, like some kind of thief on parole
It's not a voluntary action, I have no aspirations to see
It's an inbuilt peculiarity, please don't say it's just me.

If some one undertakes me on the motoroway, I really can't let it pass
Rather than say ce la vie, I drive like a stupid mad ass
I'm aware its an unnecesarry sport, but I must fufil the need
I hypocritically undertake many more to reclaim my two second lead

When eating a meal with various food types, I do it in a particular way
At the start there isn't much method in fact its varied I'd say
But when I get past the half way point is becomes a mathematic feat
food types are divided and measured, two part vegetable to one part meat