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Showing posts with label modern life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label modern life. Show all posts
Monday, 24 June 2013
Criteria
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Monday, 10 June 2013
Wary Mary
Wary Mary
Quite contrary
How does
your dating go?
With not
much luck
Keep gettin’ stood
up
It’s just a
load of woe.
Monday, 13 May 2013
Singing Dog
He longs for the wide open spaces of the moor and sheep to
chase. Alas he lives by the bypass with its fumes and growl of engines on
tarmac. But at dawn and dusk the wild dog in him seeps out in a sweet, sharp,
poignant howl.
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Wednesday, 10 April 2013
Soft Spot
I often
seen him down The Dog & Duck where he’s wont to cheat at darts and neck back
unattended pints of beer. I walk back
home with him time to time as we live in the same part of town though I’ve
never invited him in for a coffee. I’ve a soft spot for him but I don’t want
fleas in my flat.
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Sunday, 23 December 2012
Soon Be Over
Marvin‘s Christmas present to himself is to boycott
Christmas.
Ahhhh the peace.
Mmm...Except for the neighbour’s illuminated Santa hanging
from the drain pipe and flashing Christmas lights keeping him awake.
Oh well. Soon be over.
Friday, 7 December 2012
Shopaholic High
The world is going to end in a couple of weeks, or so some
believe, so best hide in the mountains to survive the prophesied flood or meteor
collision.
Or why not spend two weeks drunk, stuffing your face with your favourite cakes or your preferred food of choice?
Or why not spend two weeks drunk, stuffing your face with your favourite cakes or your preferred food of choice?
Jasmine doesn’t need no end of world hype to realise the
human race is in nose dive, what with scientific advancement bringing
mass destruction that much closer.
But hey we can have boob jobs and inject Botox, become cartoon clones, self obsessed and swallowing whole the mass media’s drone drone drone.
Jasmine has switched off her phone, her computer, instead walks down the precinct watching the
world: the masses making their way home weighed down
with Christmas purchases they queued for in claustrophobic shops, stressed to the bone.But hey we can have boob jobs and inject Botox, become cartoon clones, self obsessed and swallowing whole the mass media’s drone drone drone.
At least if the world ends they’ll go out on a shopaholic
high, crammed in the supermarket aisle, trolley heaped high, texting as they
walk.
Then BAM! The world is no more.
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