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mark jarrad Nov 2010
England's not America..Why make england that way ?
Children fighting from the day they're born ..the sound of gunshots everyday.....

So you wanna be a gangsta ?
Gangbangin in da hood ?
With yo ******* and drug money ?
Families murdered in cold blood ?

The life of a gangsta !
Do you want what it's about ?
Not knowing when a driveby
Is gonna take you out ?

Hangin with yo homeboys
Is that your idea of fun ?
Dealing in the crack *******
Killin brothers with your gun ?

Where you raised in the ghetto ?
Sick of poverty .. decay
Is crime the only answer ?
If you want to break away

So you become a gangsta
And be the badass every day
Do you think that you could handle it
If your friends got blown away ?

What if....
Suddenly you're out there ..alone but with your gun
Another gang has spotted you...there's nowhere you can run!
You have to take your chances .. squeeze off , maybe 2 or 3..
And the litter on the pavement ..is the last thing that you see !

Live a life of violence ..
Is that what you wanna do ?
One day you are the mainman
Next ..they've got the jump on you ?

So what if you're a gangsta !
And the life you start to doubt
You're older , you got children
And decide that you want out ?

But when you are a gangsta
It does'nt go away ...
You helped create the **** you're in
And the **** is here to stay !

Still wanna be a gangsta ?
I hope you've thought it through
Theres no sanctuary in violence
Death's the ticket out for you

So think about your future
The decision is yours to make
Look what's happened in America
Don't make the same mistake !!
I wrote this after watching a documentary about gang culture in America , and i look at the  youth in England of today.. who seem to think that its cool to be a Gangsta !
I hope that my poem paints a picture on the realities of gang life.
mark jarrad Oct 2010
I have a pet piranha !
He swims ' round in a tank
At first i called him baby jaws
But i changed it then to Frank

He doesn't like potatoes
But he's very fond of pork
I offered him a glass of wine
But instead he ate the cork !

I thought he looked quite lonely
So i bought for him a friend
But frank just looked then ..eat him
A fishy tale .....The End.
mark jarrad Oct 2010
A man got out the lift today
He'd dropped a **** ..then walked away
I did'nt smell it..until i stepped in
But on his face .. he'd worn a grin
So there was i...trapped with this gas
That he'd let rip from out his ***
So now i always take the stairs
So i wont get gassed unawares.
This is actually a true story !!
mark jarrad Oct 2010
Staring from the window.. i see Light distanced on the path
Everything exhausted now.. in daylights aftermath
A shadow of a structure.. as deep as it is wide
A haven for the unseen.. a place in which to hide
The rain has come to wash away .. the filth upon the path
Everything seems cleaner now.. in daylights aftermath
Twelve fifteen ...past midnight.. a day begun anew
A water washed gloss canvas .. from this window i see through
Nothing moves .. all is still.. within this photograph
Everything is peacefull now .. in daylights aftermath .
mark jarrad Oct 2010
I awakened
From the longest sleep.... that was my life
I saw for the first time .. the world
How beautiful life could be .. as you held me in your arms
Like a blind man in the dark .. no vision , no picture ...

You taught me to love
And to be myself ...
You gave me the Strength to keep the world away..
when it takes too much from me

I love you ...
And yet it is more than that ..
There is no word.. just this feeling that i have
Like a constant smile inside of me

Believe in Angels and ...
They shall believe in you .
mark jarrad Oct 2010
Big ones , little ones ... curly ones too !
Lots of funny animals living in the zoo
Big curly toenails , long arms to the floor
Sliding up and down a rope , skid along the floor
Fast ones , slow ones ... some that hardly move
Some that seem to sleep allday..
And some that really Groove !!
mark jarrad Oct 2010
Across the bridge  i saw you
I waved .. it was a sunny day
A gust of wind then came along
And blew you clean away !!

It plopped you in the river
You climbed out on the muddy bank
And as i watched your boot came off
And in the mud ... it sank

You grabbed a branch to pull you up
But then you lost your grip
You slipped and somehow caught your blouse
That made a great big rip

Another gust of wind then blew
your hat then ...  left your head
And tumbled down the slippery *****
Into the river it ... sped

You made your way onto the bridge
A little worse for wear
I ran to kindly greet you
But you flew into the air

The wind had picked you up again
To grab you ...  i did try
you floated off into the blue
So i waved to you ...goodbye !
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