Years a go i wrote
A poem for binary
Lovers
So here i go
I’m doing a cover.

01010111
This how the
Verse begun

11010010
10011010
10010102

Old mother
Hubbard
Lived in a
Shoe.

For all the die hard
Poetry lovers
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Sweet Lilly
Mother a crow
Stifled her daughter
Would not
Let her grow.

Lilly wanted
To blossom
And become
A star
She killed
The crow
Now can’t
Go far.

In her cell
They gave her
A quill
She’s doing
Life in Pentonville.

She became
A writer of
Many a yarn
She wrote the
Story of the
Old empty barn.

There was nothing
In it.

BBC and the sycophants
Brown tongued individuals
In silky underpants.
Jimmy the leader
Left with a ***** stain
Ooh do you feel the pain.
Platform for propaganda
Just like sky,
they
Like there slander.
This new image that
They try to portray
Is still full of sycophants
In a Shakespeare play.
Brown tongued individuals
Playing  the game
Deep inside it still
Won’t accept the blame.

Deaf
Dumb
And
Blind
All I
Have is
Touch
Please please
Cuddle me
I don’t need
Much.
I have
A heart
It lies
Within
So please
Caress
My tender
Skin.
I have
A nose
And I can
Smell so
You can kiss
My lips
As well .
I cannot see
The stars above
Given time
We shall
Make love.

Crow and the snake
Made a great mistake
Having a child called me.

They broke my heart
But not my soul
Crow and the snake
So brutally cold.

I think they wanted
A little boy
Me to them I was
A throw away toy.

Crow and the snake
Gave me no name
I was a pawn
In an awkward game.

Abuse can come in
Many a disguise
All wrapped up
In manipulative lies.

I wish the snake
And the rotten crow
Would fade away
As the fresh wind blow.

Haunted house
Apple hill
Evil lurked
Time stood still.

Spirits play
Spectres ****
In that house
On apple hill.

Foolish or brave
I had to go
So I visited
This horror show.

Pressed the doorbell
Of this haunted house
Screamed like a lion
Roared like a mouse.

Door hinges creaked
Opened wide
Deep breath
I went inside.

Apparitions flew
Inside the room
Showed no fear
Appending doom.

Noise deafening
Screams they thrill
Inside this house
On apple hill

Sitting in dusty chair
Near fire of bones
I did not care.
Demon appeared
Sat down beside
He was the spirit
Of Jekyll and Hyde
Please I said you
Don’t frighten me
Be good fellow
Make us some tea.

Demon roared laughter
Howled as if in pain
Then asked me if I
Was completely insane.

I now reside in this house
On apple hill
Where spirits would play
And time stood still.

Come and visit me
In this lovely place
I’ll try not to scare
And eat your face.

Post code PO3666
Apple hill
Come and get your
Daily thrill.

I am what I am
Gender *****
Who am I
Don’t give a -uck
Gender is like
Flying a flag
Causes problems
Put it in a body bag.
You are what you are
It Is what it is
Gender wokes
Still *******.
You are what you are
Gender *****.
Who are you,
Never understood
Why you give a -uck.
LGB  QPR
Please don’t give a ****
What gender you are.