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Mark Bell May 2017
Roses on my piano
Play me a song
Tulips on my *****
I'm in heaven
Mark Bell May 2017
Happy death day to me
Happy death day to me
My life,now is over
Happy death day to me
Mark Bell May 2017
Walking cobbles,dim lit streets
Warm of heart,****** cold feet
Winters night,stars shine bright
Meeting a lover,my guiding light
We walk awhile,lips meet sweet
Warm of heart,now warm of feet.
A bottle of wine,two lovers drink
High on happiness,two hearts link.
Mark Bell May 2017
Politicians,political Billies
vote for blobby and mr silly,
Filibusters ****** speeches
Grab your money,******* leeches
If you don't no whom to vote
Put your cross on Mcgintys goat.
Immigration,100 billion pounds
We are Europe as daft as it sounds,
Little America to be ruled by trump
UKIP has made us a national chump
I'm not voting I'm going to abstain
Not upping sticks or moving to Spain.
National insurance number that's who we our
So vote for noddy in his little red car.
Political nonsense democratic farce
Carry on voting we'll cross my ****.
Mark Bell May 2017
I wandered lonely as a loon
floating high on many pills
All at once I saw a crowd
Of drunkards and my mate bill.
Outside the bread inside the cheese
*******,fighting on the wheeze.
Continuous drinking,bars that serve wine
Smoking milky ways,
Never bleeding ending
Not enough hours in the days
Home I got, I peed on my couch did I
Was in a terrible paranoid mood
flashes of **** grabbed my eye
I'm glad I was in solitude
Watching **** I had my fill
Me couldn't give a **** about those daffowhats
My head hurts jobsworth.
Mark Bell May 2017
Machine gun streets
Bullet ridden city,
Homicides a plenty
prostitutes are looking pretty.

Drive by killers
Revenge attacks,
Gangsters being unruly
All Dressed in black.

blood stained sidewalks
Wailing of siren,flash
Drugs doing business
Hands changing cash

Robbing off the thief
Buying of the corrupt
Judges commiting perjury
As these streets slowly erupts
Mark Bell May 2017
Notifying hell
impending demise
Need a room with a view
And a bag of French fries
The host is a ghost
With head of horns
Doomed I was ,since
The day I was born.
Evil flowed through my
troublesome veins
Where ever I ****
It left a black stain.
Life did **** I was not to wise
So I'm notifying hell
Of my impending demise
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