Daz
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Locality: Macclesfield, Cheshire.
Joined: 2007-01-06
 |  Subject: Babble Speak.  Sun 16 Mar 2008 - 23:34 | |
| Babble Speak.Heads up and moving forwards.Or was that moving on.I’m pulling hair, a lad insane.This time next week I’m gone.Management speak it brings me down.I’ve hit an all time low.Corporate synergy left by my back door.This time I’ve got to go.Jacked up boardroom babble.Dressed up, suited, booted lies.Just to keep the working man in check.And flog him till he dies.No union man to back us up.Our cards you took away.Don’t sing and party with the Strawbs.We do it Maggie’s way.The mines, the ships, the engineers.The cars, the future bleak.No protests and no protesters.Too lethargic now to speak.What happened to the working class?The unwashed mass, the kiss my ass.Maggie put them out to grass.Don’t want to work no more.©David W Smith. 2008-03-16.>> Back to Index to Daz's Poems >>
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My family are like stars in the night sky of my life.
Always there at the end of the day.
The light of their love forever constant as the Northern star.
Safely guiding me home.
Dreams are the realities of tomorrow.
Everyone is in tune with the spirits of their ancestors. Unfortunately some are tone deaf.
Copyright. Daz.2008.
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