anger, confusiontrapped in a cagetroublesome soulriddled with ragefamily and friendslove him to bitsdon't see the demonsfighting his witsblack cage of ragelifestyle demandingcries for someones understandinginternal tearsecho despairviolent voicesunder his hairtroubles lie heavyon un-opened heartsoff-load, travel light....wise horse,...empty cart

we'm from the valleys,
high in wales,
dull  as donkeys,
hard as nails.

torvaen town,blaenavon gwent,
council caves,that some pay rent.
black and white tellys,
run on gas,
houses wiv lectric,is upper class.

we shoplift in winter,
cos summers no good,
you  can't wear coats,
you can't wear hoods.

we once mined coal,
made steel and iron,
honest hardmen,
pittance relied on.

now thats all gone,
thro government bullies,
now hoodies steal goodies,
from tesco and woolies.

valley boy logic,
philosophy real,
all good fings come.
....to those who steal.

black clouds of solitude,mid celebrating crowds,people oblivious,of his lonely cloud.knee caps exposed,holes in his socks,temporary soles,from a cardboard box.homeless, sad, lonely,tortured by fumes,christmas dinner,families in tune.laceless shoes, fleeing,agony of hunger,lost wasted chances,when ignorant youngster.tattered feet hasten,evading the din,to comfort of home....two rats, and a bin.shiver and sharing,leftover platter,green mouldy french fries,black soggy batter.cooking fumes blending,seasonal natter,his dreamland beckons,cold teeth chatter.

lil taffy two tugs would wake up to the dawn,leaping to his laptop searching sites for ****,thanking stephen hawkins, also mr gates,grateful of technology, while taffy masterbates.the boyo bashed his bishop, most of all his life,now pc world was better and cheaper than a wife,lubrication, change of hands, oil and vaseline,lesbians, fat fetishes, and threesomes on his screen,but poor ole taffy passed away, his family in disgrace,trousers round his ankles, a smile upon his face,but two tugs died so happy, while he had a vid on,undertaker done his nutt,,,,he could'nt get the lid on.

englishman....one's wife's rather stupid,as thick as one could be,thinks wales is part of england,and some are in the sea.****....ma womans thick as *****,rite aff her ****** noodle,she took ma rottie fer a walk,an came back wi a poodle.paddy....oi'l be ye all,witt out a doubt,moi missus is da tickest,das ever bin about,she went out for a hen night,somwher near caerphilly,she had ten condoms in her bag,and has'nt got a *****.

burning bowels,volcanic eruptions,cauldron of curry,greedy consumptions.stomach constricted,choking barbed wire,*** like a baboon,that sat on a fire.bubbling belly, a pea for a brain,**** like a *** flag, stinging with pain,sat on a toilet, i grunt and i gurn,once a week habit,.....cos i never learn.

royal rulers mighty roar,jungle dwellers all in awe,mountain,bush, pasture, plain,reigns supreme his domain.but...could this kingdom cat compare,on close cut grasses greens of fair?would he fill ten holes for fun?bag nine birdies, not just one.does he stroke a lengthy club?***** that swing thro greeny shrub,best perfecting all he masters,dimpled ***** inbag with castors.would he ryd-her cup of love? use two hands, just one glove?could he bunk-her in the rough?wedge it, chip it, putt the ****.could he ease the game with foreplay?drive it homeward up the fairway,does he eye the aim while kneeling?as caddy guides his pole to feeling,so who's the top dog ***** cat?won't take long to answer that,would lion do it if he could?i know for sure......tiger wood