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ioan pearce Mar 2010
i stand and stare, fridge is bare
no carpet on the floor
washing soaked, heating broke
bailiffs at the door

roof is leaking, house is creaking
single dad, sad moaner
middle aged, without a wage
christmas round the corner
but.....

a little boy in india
not eaten for a week
no shirt upon his back....
a grin upon his cheek

he's never tasted biscuits
crisps, or orange squash
always wears a smile
but never clothes to wash

unaware of fridges
heating run on gas
never seen a carpet
school room or a class

materialistic *******
food that goes to waste
life we take for granted
he will never taste

happy ever grateful
for simple things of need
never witness our ****
of gluttoness and greed
ioan pearce Mar 2010
one day the giant teacher
walked pupils round the world
some small giant boys
some small giant girls

jimmy giant stick your hand
down through the cloudy mist
tell me our location ...
his methods had a twist

think we are in india
triumphant in his call
i can smell the curry
and feel the taj mahal

julie giant,tommy, joe
*****, stan, and sid
egypt was the answer
they touched the pyramid

china, shouted sally
i can feel the wall
chinese folk in paddy fields
i can touch em all

tiny taffy  last in turn
came trailing from behind
dai stick your hand down through the sky
and see what you can find

BLAENAVON, shouted dai
while clutching at his crotch.
can you feel the big pit?
no,.... some **** stole my watch
ioan pearce Mar 2010
wise old owl awoke one day
and studied human habits
blinkered, busy, bussling,
stressed out racing rabbits

ever chasing,always racing
never gaining, life of straining
predictable futures, and the source
who's the wiser? cart or horse?

he gazed at our system
thought whats the point....
of hussle and bussle
then rolled up a joint
ioan pearce Mar 2010
rumour tumours
feed and flourish
mushrooms need
**** for nourish

purposeless people
with nothing to do
scorn the progressors
vision to view

optimist swims
jelly fish float
thro sea of life
live or gloat
ioan pearce Mar 2010
i have a blow up sheepy doll
that sleeps with me at night
apart from where i fixed her
most of her is white

might be sad, some say mad
when sexlife is in limbo
love bite made her **** last night
she flew out through the window
ioan pearce Mar 2010
i sense a bitter person
twisted by life's fate
rather call it passion
instead of woeful hate

life is like a soda bottle
shaken with compression
bathsheba has released some gas
thro poetical expression

moralistic fibres
unafraid to speak
troubled past endured
made her strong not weak

also sense connection
you, myself, and jack
we have found a way in life
to get **** off our back

might be totally wrong, but it's my impression. please let me know
ioan pearce Mar 2010
discrimination is within.....
us all i'm sad to say
black, short, tall,or ginger
rich, poor, bald or gay

judgemental in appearance
is human nature true
before you make your mind up
take a look at you
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