Man -kind?

What has happened to the 'kind' in mankind
celebrities die in seas of criticism
persecuted by deliberate mis-understanding

Evil men imprison their daughters for two decades
how sorry will they need to be
to earn the forgiveness of their kin

Why does real peace pass all understanding
allowing wars to perpetuate unchecked

Expansionism continues
the green earth gasps for breath

The human condition
must change

Fate

You are known as:
The Tramp
The Stinker
The Beggar
The Drain on Society

Yet deep in your eyes I see:
The teenager
The Soldier
The Father
The Lover

A right turn
A left turn
A chance meeting

The unpredictable path
That shapes our destiny

Goldfinch

Sporting a red mask
carefully shucking the niger seed
your attempt at theft
is thwarted.
All that I have
is already yours.

Fun Crusher

You’ll easily spot me as I approach
hoovering up contentment
a dark disgruntled loach,
I’ll polish off your smile
evaporate your joy.

I’m the fun crusher baby
a bundle of anti joy

Every family has one I’m good old uncle strife
silencing your laughter with my stranglehold on life.
I’ll bring dark clouds to your sunny days
misery I’ll deploy

I’m the fun crusher baby
a bundle of anti joy

I can stop a clock with just a look
a glance will sour cream
my glass, always half empty
is like a broken Christmas toy

That’s right

I’m the fun crusher baby
a bundle of anti joy.

The New Highwaymen

The streets are dark
The streets are glum
They're paved with Wriggleys chewing gum
The gold they held is all mined out
The 'wanker bankers' have lost their clout
 
They started a business that could never have lasted
They've screwed it up the greedy bastards
They got their hedge funds properly trimmed......
They never saved for stormy weather
They drank Champagne……….........…whatever
 
The future for them is far from skint
The government will fork out a mint
The problem is that public money keeps these villains in milk and honey
They manufacture nothing 'cept misery for the masses
They cover their mistakes with money from our taxes
 
What about the working man
Works his arse off while he can
Wants a decent retirement pension plan
Willingly gives his pound of flesh
Whitehall brings his early death
 
It's hard to feel sorry for the suits that blew the loot
It's difficult to resist putting in the verbal boot
It's hard to be optimistic in Englands capital town
It's not easy being shafted by the friends of Mr Brown
Is he a modern day Dick Turpin or a monetary clown?