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Shaded Lamp Jul 2014
Born between 46 and 64
A unique generation.
A selfish bunch of *******
That now ruin the nation.

Climate change was prophesised
About when they were in charge
But that was all idly ignored
Whilst their pension funds enlarged.

Free higher education
Afforded more equality
Just until they got in power
And conjured student fees

And housing market prices
Rocketing 4300pc in 40 years
Sorry that your kids are skint
You'd better get the beers.

And now your sitting pretty
Whilst we live like humble peasants
Unable to afford to raise our families
Relying on your presents.

Sure some of us have made it
By discarding moral values
But for those with global conscience
We've had nothing but bad news

The reckless capitalist party is over
Your generation were the last DJs
Now your kids must clean up after you
Your grandchildren are the ones that pays
Just venting a bit of fustration
Shaded Lamp Jul 2014
I belong in a distant land
On an island off its coast
In a farmhouse neighboured by nothing
But angora goats and vegetable patches
Far away from the house
A crumbling barn lodging ravens
With a simple secret subterranean abode
Housing whisky laden shelves
A rusty candelabra
A favourite chair
Your favourite chair
My old oboe
And the spirit
Of
You
Shaded Lamp Jul 2014
Did your fingertips blister
When you extinguished
My hearts flame
Shaded Lamp Jul 2014
There is a monk on the sofa
Celibate, thoughtful and sad
Thinking of his past life
Before he became a dad
Plumping up a feather pillow
Setting a beeping clock
In some old worn boxershorts
A toe poking out of a sock
His love upstairs grinding her teeth
She does every single night
He resigned himself to eternal sofa(ing)
It is just not worth the fight
The mundane months skulk on by
Each mimics dull October
How life was different four years ago
When he / they had been less sober
The only grinding done back then
Was her pelvis against his
How proudly she embraced nakedness
Back when life had fizz
He removes his holey socks and prays
To an imaginary goddess
That his wife can learn to love again
With or without her dress
His prayer remains unanswered tonight
He understands that he must wait
For she must learn to love herself again
Before she can change their fate.
Shaded Lamp Jul 2014
Any moment now
Genius
Will flow
From my finger tips
Shaded Lamp Jul 2014
like a pigeon
amongst the cats
i meet your "FRIENDS"
Shaded Lamp Jul 2014
Once more
Into the inky waters
Of your soul
Fools rush in repeatedly, if half of a chance is offered.
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