Is Britain Broke?

Luton Town is very much a town.
As I look out from my window
The buildings don't so much headbutt the skyline as shy away from it
Negative stories fill national newspapers

From the Extreme to the Far Right
And Paddys Day gave us all a break
With some cultural positivity
But I still woke the next day with a head-ache

The town's not so much grey as multi-coloured
And as the High Street closes down
You can't help but frown when you hear rioters had to travel
To the next town for something worthwhile to rob

There was no looting in Luton
But the train got smashed up
By a mob, mashed up on cheap booze with nothing to lose
But a bag full of free stuff

Is Britain broken?
Because no one seems to be broke
They still watch widescreen T.V. and it must be a joke
Because no one is going cold turkey over a tax hike on hot food

Is Britain really broke?

It's not actually a concrete JUNGLE

You're not really from the concrete jungle, it's just a grey forest
The only thing concrete about you
Is those big clumpy shoes
You wear on lazy feet

I say lazy because you like to talk, to brag, to boast and come BIG
But you act small...and unless you're backed
By an angry mob,
You don't act at all

Any chump can wield a knife, But it takes a low kind of low-life
To wield that knife
And take a life
It's not a concrete jungle

Just an excuse for youths to revolt and roam wild
It's bleak,
Urban grey
On the brink of civilised.

A kind of dry wit

No place is more evident of a changing face
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I was king of the night...I knew it only too well
But now I too conform to a changing face

I knew it only too well
'til bang, new years and the strike of the bell
I turned old, or grey,
And new years day found a change in ways
From king of the night to a participant of day

I was only learning, and I fell of my imaginary perch
Debauchery's not religion...nights not a church
Now Sunday morning I'm awake when the church bell chimes
But all Sunday morning means is Sunday Times
Instead of the beat of a drum and a mouth full of grime

It's nice to wake with a mouth still moist
And participate through my own free choice
I jump out of bed and without even yawning
I nip outside and participate in morning

I zigzag down dodging the past nights puke points
And arrive in town slightly smug with my viewpoint
With a clear head there's room for inspiration
Without fear of failure for my aspirations

My sheets don't stink, there's no sick on my shoe
My heart still beats at a normal rate
I'm not fiddling around with a pocketful of change
Stomping around in a world of pain
Cursing my choice to live life lagging in the bus lane

Camden Town

Graffiti'd walls never seemed so at home
Snarling punks
Congregate on the brige

More than content
To wander alone
Doc's for the skins, Cons for cool kids

Dublin Castle to Dingwalls to Loch 32
Speed or weed
From the man on the street

Eyes aghast
A human zoo
Pricked ears search for familiar beats

Upside Down

The wind beats down upon my back
The sun is howling through my ears
The snow is warming up my hands
The rain is drying up my tears

In Autumn the world begins to flower
To get nice and dirty I jump in the shower
The poor eat, and live like Kings
Birds sleep, while people sing

Children fight, parents get along
And kids teach adults right from wrong
Feelings of joy, expressed with a frown
Or am I just upside down

New Beginning

Spring-time
Valentine
Starts the Winter thaw

Frozen breath
Cold shoulder
Ice covered floor

Spring-time
Mercury rising
Too strong to ignore

Me and you
A team of two
Together forevermore

Turd Burgular

The turd burgular would sneak around,
stealing peoples turds,
Until someone pointed out,
'That's totally absurd!'
Now he sneaks around...
Just putting the turds back
It's gonna take ages...
He's filled a whole sack!

Tomato Head

The terrible story of tomato head,
Who gobbled tomatoes, ignoring what the doctor said
'you could be more careful, you eat them too fast,
Someone turned into a turnip the week before last!'
Joey wasn't ashamed and continued to scoff

What did the doc know? The silly old toff
One fateful day, he opened the fridge up
Filled with tomatoes from bottom to top
He scoffed and he stuffed his greedy chops
Not stopping for breath to bring his head up

When all of a sudden with a yelp and a yell
Joey's small head began to swell
The yell turned back into a yelp
For no one was even on hand to help!

It swelled and it swelled, and began to turn red
And filled dear Joey with absolute dread
From the top of his head, grew a green sprout
And poor Joey shouted out, his very last shout

It's going round and red and red and round
And no one sees as i sink to the ground
Now in came his brother for a tasty treat
A tomato is exactly what he wanted to eat

His eyes befell the big juicy fruit
Deliscious and bulging, unguarded to boot
His belly rumbled and he thought it was fate
He picked up poor Joey and ate and he ate

Now this disaster fills us all with dread
If silly Joey listened to what the doctor said
He wouldn't have turned into tomato head
And be in his brothers belly stone dead.

Coconut Helmet

Sweet white flesh
Scooped out
The year 1802
I find myself exiled
To Timbuktu
Hairy brown outer
Like a seventies suit
Savage land with savage race
Hard of hand
Fearsome of face
Solid purpose
Ill fitting

Fly Boy

One unfortunate couple gave birth to a fly
'He's hideous!...Away!' Mother cried
With human body and intellect
But with wings, and the body of an insect

She need not have worried
For he flew right away
For he was as unhappy
As Larry is gay

'I'll never be happy!' he thought and he cried
'I wish she'd swatted me at birth...so hard that I'd died!'
But before his tears had a chance to dry
A smile lit up his face as his fly eyes spied...

A sight to light any fly's face
A port'a'loo overflowing with human waste
I'll live forevermore in this disgusting pit!
For nothing makes a fly happier than a big pile of shit!

Oblivious Girl

She sleeps and I stare
I could never love her more
Oblivious girl

Pet Fish

If I could have just one wish
I'd wish I'd never murdered that fish
I picked him up, and choked him to death
And I laughed, as he breathed his last fishy breath,
Now I'm filled with remorse and regret
To cheer myself up, I'll get another pet.

Mr Match and Mrs Candlestick

Mr Match and Mrs Candlestick
Had one hell of a party trick
He'd drag his flammable head along a rough wall
And then, to the delighted gasps of all
With a kiss, he'd ignite her waxy head
'She's hot' he'd cry, 'that's why we wed!'
Then to applause and a frightened shout
He'd casually lean in and blow the flame out

More applause...and 'wow' someone said!
But poor Mr Matchstick was filled with dread
He thought he'd gone mad, or could he be drunk?
For to him, his wife looked as though she had shrunk...
But he loved the applause...so like a chump
He carried on until his wife was just a waxy lump!!!

Onion Head

Onion head, was an unlucky one,
Always had to avoid the sun
If he got hot, his skin would peel
And evryone would start to squeal
An onion scent would fill the sky
And poor onion would be blamed for making everyone cry

Uniform Riot

Nicotine cravings got them
Belting for the exits, Can't
Afford 'nuffink' but still smoke
Their brain's out, between pints
Bought for three quid a pop

They watched themselves, over
Summer on widescreen T.V.'s
Smashing, cheering and looting
A uniform riot, with
Scarf over face and hooded head

Police pick on us they pleaded
'I only sell drugs coz
I can't get a job,' lazy
Slob, even the pigeons are getting fat

I exersize my right, and
also my left glutes, used
Mostly for sitting, scratching
And shitting, the sorry state
Of the FB mob.

Contradiction

Green and grey, a contradiction
Brown would be more fitting
A Blueless sky, sunless to
Soon it will be spitting
A telephone pole, next to another
A broom upside down in the ground
A solitary dwelling for a solitary man
Green and grey contradiction all around.

Fashion Victim

Thick rims, tousled hair
Just got out of bed
Do you know how long it takes to look like you just got out of bed

Pants out, haven't shaved
Blood shot eyes are red
I haven't slept a wink to look like I just got out of bed

Score Whore

And so it is, she's come to live
In a world where skinny jeans are worn
And so I know, it really blows
Soho's not where she was born

Chained to the rad, things got so bad
No one would give her the key
And so it is, she's come to live
In this shithole, her and me

Tramp

I sit and I stare as it pours and it pours
Heavier and wetter, it washes concrete clean
The world smells fresher, natures laws
Pitter patter appeals to eardrums, so serene
His wool cap is soaked and his can is gone
His coat gets heavier and wetter
He knows now he's wet the night willl be long
But he hopes tomorrow the sun will make it all better
From under a brolly he films the scene
While the owner spectates getting soaked
He raps in his face he doesn't mean to be mean
The drink kicks in and he feels provoked
As a young man he'd stand and put up a fight
But he's made a mistake because their skin is so dark
Their different from him, he used to be so light
But they mean him no harm, it's all just a lark

Chelsea Girl

She's a Chelsea Girl
So I bought her Chelsea Boots
Now she stomps around