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sofie elvira knudsen Jul 2014
ups and downs
sofie elvira knudsen
Jul 2014
Ups and downs
Ups and downs
Ups and downs
We had so many grounds
To not enjoy what we had
We used to be so mad
But now it’s all over
The year should had go slower
We miss what we had
We cry because we are so sad
It’s gone
All the joy and fun
Enjoy what you have
Maybe it will be halve
It will never come back
The life will give you a smack
But there is
Ups and downs
Ups and downs
Ups and downs
We had so many grounds
Now I see what it was
But we couldn’t see it cause
We thought it would last forever
But now I am cleaver
I will love all I have now
I will balance on the life’s bough
I know how it fells to lose
I must be strong like Robinson Crusoe
Enjoy what you have
Maybe it will be halve
It will never come back
The life will give you a smack
But there is
Ups and downs
Ups and downs
Ups and downs
Ups and downs
Ups and downs
We had so many grounds
To not enjoy what we had
We used to be so mad
But now it’s all over
The year should had go slower
We miss what we had
We cry because we are so sad
It’s gone
All the joy and fun
Enjoy what you have
Maybe it will be halve
It will never come back
The life will give you a smack
But there is
Ups and downs
Ups and downs
Ups and downs
We had so many grounds
Now I see what it was
But we couldn’t see it cause
We thought it would last forever
But now I am cleaver
I will love all I have now
I will balance on the life’s bough
I know how it fells to lose
I must be strong like Robinson Crusoe
Enjoy what you have
Maybe it will be halve
It will never come back
The life will give you a smack
But there is
Ups and downs
Ups and downs
Ups and downs
Charles Smith
Aug 2018
And the Lord said, “Get thee bent!”
Here your empty money’s all spent
Among the **** and ashes of last month’s rent,
In the dead end downs, that is my town.
I’m a bit of a disco dancer,
Frequent romancer
That half pint, any change? Bit of a chancer.
I would read her star sign
But I know its cancer,
In the dead end downs, that is my town.
No easy escape,
From that ****** that vapes,
On the bar stool under the gym.
He eyes up the napes,
Of the barmaid’s shapes
Who looks like that girl in his ***** tapes,
In the dead end downs, that is my town.
No crisp fiver,
Just her salvia,
Dripping from your lips and gubbins.
Behind the red eyes and ***-end nubbins,
You love those filthy, back street rub-ins.
In the dead end downs, that is my town.
You just go home,
Another sexless twilight roam,
You smash up some middle class **** called Jerome.
Hair full sweat, you’d **** for a comb,
It is me or the ***** or just a syndrome
Face full of holes like honeycomb,
You just can’t write anymore of this poem,
And think to yourself “well, when in Rome”
In the dead end downs, that is my town.
In the dead end downs, that is my town.
In the dead end downs, that is my town.
In the dead end downs, that is my town.
In the dead end downs, that is my town.
Here your empty money’s all spent
Among the **** and ashes of last month’s rent,
In the dead end downs, that is my town.
I’m a bit of a disco dancer,
Frequent romancer
That half pint, any change? Bit of a chancer.
I would read her star sign
But I know its cancer,
In the dead end downs, that is my town.
No easy escape,
From that ****** that vapes,
On the bar stool under the gym.
He eyes up the napes,
Of the barmaid’s shapes
Who looks like that girl in his ***** tapes,
In the dead end downs, that is my town.
No crisp fiver,
Just her salvia,
Dripping from your lips and gubbins.
Behind the red eyes and ***-end nubbins,
You love those filthy, back street rub-ins.
In the dead end downs, that is my town.
You just go home,
Another sexless twilight roam,
You smash up some middle class **** called Jerome.
Hair full sweat, you’d **** for a comb,
It is me or the ***** or just a syndrome
Face full of holes like honeycomb,
You just can’t write anymore of this poem,
And think to yourself “well, when in Rome”
In the dead end downs, that is my town.
In the dead end downs, that is my town.
In the dead end downs, that is my town.
In the dead end downs, that is my town.
In the dead end downs, that is my town.