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John Bartholomew Sep 2020
Another day, another new rule
A country being run by an Eton fool
From lockdown to lifted frowns
Deserted pubs to heaving towns
Dropping like flies to were almost over it
Now being told to go back home to wait and sit
You can meet up if you're in your sacred bubble
Womens legs as hairy as her husbands face with stubble
Now towns have broken all the rules, those stupid daft twits
So lets make up some other guff, yes, rule of six
I can meet up with mum and dad but not my sis and kids
But shop in Asda too, rubbing shoulders within the midst
This pandemic goes to show the world is run by clueless buffoons
Who will tell us next it'll be over soon,
Oh we believe you Boris,
We are seriously led by the loons.

JJB
John Bartholomew Sep 2020
You can't make love fit
It is what it is
A mould
The occasional broken fold
Fakeness is always seen
Remove them quick, it's going to hurt
A broken heart, your ruptured spleen
They've come, they've conquered and they have been
Close that door and throw away that key
As you can't hold hands as the unfitted two's
Kick them off, throw them in the bin
Yeah you,
Wearing those wrong size shoes

JJB
John Bartholomew Aug 2020
I can't cry at a human death
Yet ball like a baby at my cats last breath
Nothing stirs my soul if its on the telly
Yet football with one last goal can devour me to my belly
Its not an act to try and look hard
That's just me, myself and I
A complete,
Emotional ****** 😢

JJB
John Bartholomew Aug 2020
No skills, just a passion for notability
They'd hang you from the nearest tree,
just to make a pretty penny
Lovable, but off in a flash
Could talk the knickers off the tightest of gowns
Sorry, was that my call, must dash
You know this fellow as they often once appear
A charmer, a lover, a chancer
And always leaves the girl in tears
John Bartholomew Aug 2020
Sat still, no motion
People passing by, not even a notion
A fly lands, not once but now twice
I want to move it, but maybe it was its choice
Your everyday pigeon, just given up the ghost
I wonder what it thought, this is me at my most
I'd rather sit here and let be what may be
Than dying on the top of the branch, and land from the nearest tree

#whatdopigeonsthinkbeforedeath
John Bartholomew Jul 2020
As hot as the desert wind
Emerging between the two suns
Her face covered from the blinding light
But when revealed she is always worth the wait
My Uncle and Aunt say that I chose wisely
From the schools of Mos Espa and over to Mos Eisley
She is the most beautiful figure that I ever have seen
She is mine
My only
Tatooine Queen
John Bartholomew Jul 2020
Do animals believe in reincarnation
To come back as an army of ant's
And conquer this land as our reclamation

Do dog's wonder who picks up our daily poo
Who walks behind us everyday
And cleans us up all shiny and new

Do birds start to think why we don't ever fly
Just all walking around and driving our cars
Whilst leaving the clouds alone in the sky

I do wonder a lot of things in life as I look up to the sky,
As when I do meet my maker I'll have a list
Number one, please tell me God
As we've always wondered,
Just why, why, why?

JJB
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