morrissey-smith - Hello Poetry

** Collaboration with Morrissey Smith** Come forward young poet and teIl me your tales of youthful existence, let your words flow forth with freedom your call let eyes see new meaning in the world that you know My music's my heartbeat my camera my friend I've no room for ego swag isn't my trend. I sit in my bedroom as vinyl spins round I walk through this life with both feet on the ground. So tell me dear poet what moves you to write as you sit in your chamber late into the night? My hero writes lyrics like none have before, one man, now my namesake did open the door. He writes of depression and bitterness strong I subscribe to his outlook I'm sure we'd get along. Some say he's acerbic judgemental, a ***** But I really love him and think he's the **** Then take inspiration, as it comes to you As last night I dreamt somebody loved me too.

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morrissey-smith

Jun 21, 2014

Jun 21, 2014 at 10:12 AM UTC

calpurnia-mockingbird

Words with friends

** Collaboration with Morrissey Smith** Come forward young poet and teIl me your tales of youthful existence, let your words flow forth with freedom your call let eyes see new meaning in the world that you know My music's my heartbeat my camera my friend I've no room for ego swag isn't my trend. I sit in my bedroom as vinyl spins round I walk through this life with both feet on the ground. So tell me dear poet what moves you to write as you sit in your chamber late into the night? My hero writes lyrics like none have before, one man, now my namesake did open the door. He writes of depression and bitterness strong I subscribe to his outlook I'm sure we'd get along. Some say he's acerbic judgemental, a ***** But I really love him and think he's the **** Then take inspiration, as it comes to you As last night I dreamt somebody loved me too.

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Youths, the sight of thy pants menacingly looming over the waistband of your ill fitting trousers doth not fill my heart with joy this fine afternoon. Nor doth the stench of your rancid marijuana which oozes from your pores and combines with your ever present lynx masked body odour. I see you stroll with all the grace of a strategically shaved ape, as you migrate with your "Fam" to linger like wastrels outside the Spar in the hope of cheap cider, stolen smokes and easy girls... And I wonder at the devoid nature of our future while it rests on your rounded, work shy, knuckle dragging shoulders. I fear the brush thats tars us all.

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Jun 21, 2014

Jun 21, 2014 at 9:34 AM UTC

morrissey-smith

Talking 'bout my generation.

Youths, the sight of thy pants menacingly looming over the waistband of your ill fitting trousers doth not fill my heart with joy this fine afternoon. Nor doth the stench of your rancid marijuana which oozes from your pores and combines with your ever present lynx masked body odour. I see you stroll with all the grace of a strategically shaved ape, as you migrate with your "Fam" to linger like wastrels outside the Spar in the hope of cheap cider, stolen smokes and easy girls... And I wonder at the devoid nature of our future while it rests on your rounded, work shy, knuckle dragging shoulders. I fear the brush thats tars us all.

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The thing I love about cats Is that they can wear hats I'd love them to wear spatz But that would look ridiculous. A cat in a hat Dancing in spatz Is the key to my happiness Fancy that!

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Apr 8, 2014

Apr 8, 2014 at 3:02 AM UTC

morrissey-smith

Cat in a hat

The thing I love about cats Is that they can wear hats I'd love them to wear spatz But that would look ridiculous. A cat in a hat Dancing in spatz Is the key to my happiness Fancy that!

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The earth is slowly dying To save it we have to try, We need a solution to Deal with polution But it's too big a problem We sigh, So if we all join together Everyone woman, child and man Recycle our tins In green wheelie bins And we'll save the world Yes we can.

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Mar 29, 2014

Mar 29, 2014 at 5:07 AM UTC

morrissey-smith

Yes We Can

The earth is slowly dying To save it we have to try, We need a solution to Deal with polution But it's too big a problem We sigh, So if we all join together Everyone woman, child and man Recycle our tins In green wheelie bins And we'll save the world Yes we can.

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