#postcode - Hello Poetry

We got your crew like you were an easy catch, cos once we got our hooks in your postcode we ain't letting go, fact. We see the youngens, they little bait, but once we hooked them,they'll be piranha's in our tank, stripping the dignity from out of your voice in 20 seconds flat. We got your crew like you were an easy catch, cos once we got our hooks in your postcode we ain't letting go, fact. We strung up your boys, gasping for air. But once we got our hooks on you were gutting you easy. But not before we get what we need from your pleads. We got your crew like you were an easy catch, cos once we got our hooks in your postcode we ain't letting go, fact. Look little fish you in a tank of sharks, we grin our grills gravestones of what you see last before your dispatched. But don't you worry there are plenty to keep you company down there, you ain't the first and you ain't going to be the last. We got your crew like you were an easy catch, cos once we got our hooks in your postcode we ain't letting go, fact. We got nicknamed the fisherman, we sail into your town catching what ever we want. We don't scrap the sea floor hoping for a catch. We fish for the real deal. Disillusioned of the fish bowl they swimming in. We got your crew like you were an easy catch, cos once we got our hooks in your postcode we ain't letting go, fact. Making it even easier to catch, to turn them from neighbourhood trash to one of our sharks. showing other that once we got you hooked, the only way you leaving is dead floating at the bottom of the tank. We coming to your postcode. We got your crew like you were an easy catch, cos once we got our hooks in your postcode we ain't letting go, fact.

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Feb 25, 2020

Feb 25, 2020 at 6:23 PM UTC

poetic-t

We Hooking Up Postcodes

We got your crew like you were an easy catch, cos once we got our hooks in your postcode we ain't letting go, fact. We see the youngens, they little bait, but once we hooked them,they'll be piranha's in our tank, stripping the dignity from out of your voice in 20 seconds flat. We got your crew like you were an easy catch, cos once we got our hooks in your postcode we ain't letting go, fact. We strung up your boys, gasping for air. But once we got our hooks on you were gutting you easy. But not before we get what we need from your pleads. We got your crew like you were an easy catch, cos once we got our hooks in your postcode we ain't letting go, fact. Look little fish you in a tank of sharks, we grin our grills gravestones of what you see last before your dispatched. But don't you worry there are plenty to keep you company down there, you ain't the first and you ain't going to be the last. We got your crew like you were an easy catch, cos once we got our hooks in your postcode we ain't letting go, fact. We got nicknamed the fisherman, we sail into your town catching what ever we want. We don't scrap the sea floor hoping for a catch. We fish for the real deal. Disillusioned of the fish bowl they swimming in. We got your crew like you were an easy catch, cos once we got our hooks in your postcode we ain't letting go, fact. Making it even easier to catch, to turn them from neighbourhood trash to one of our sharks. showing other that once we got you hooked, the only way you leaving is dead floating at the bottom of the tank. We coming to your postcode. We got your crew like you were an easy catch, cos once we got our hooks in your postcode we ain't letting go, fact.

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She lived in that white mansion Up up on the tar hill All her life she was wrapped in it Look closely to find her Between Christmas trees and patio Spinning under them wishing so hard She was a fairy and prayed for a wing Late evening, she creeped under this tree she doesn't even know the name of it Molding foods out of sands Driving in a plastic car with her feet Accidentally her right foot was under the car tyre But kept trying to drive past this root from this big tree Crossing over drains so gracefully She told me the good times When people praised That she could write her own name on a markerboard Or when people said she was pretty In scarves even though She looked like hell She told me it reminds her Of Fleet Foxes 'White Winter Hymnal' lyrics *With scarves of red tied around their throats To keep their little heads From falling in the snow* Her scarves was all red too with ribbons pinned on it That she regret losing it now Right back when she could wear dresses Without remarks from her mom That it felt good when people don't talk About her hair that is bad everyday Chocolates were shared without even a thought that she did not want it Turtles can be kept because there Were still aquariums But they went missing the next day Just like her hamster named Michael Also this cat she left at a fish market a few time But got back home like there's a GPS, itinerary and atlas all in its head When her dad had to work until daylight She will have to sleep upstairs with mum In that little space there are microphones of which She sang songs that find ways until 3 lanes behind her house She hated the smell of the sofas She wasn't afraid of heights but Everytime she looked outside the windows she just get the chills At nights engines revving on roads Passing by frightened her so much Once a burglar got into the room Where her aunt sleeps in When dad was working she slept to the room next to her aunt At 4:00 she heard a distant cry Up to this day, she doesn't like The holes on the bathroom walls She said she could feel someone Watching And still there's this trail of size 7 On the white wall under the window Images of a flower *** moved to the front door To stop us from running away, that ******* Now she is out of her own Beautiful tragic cage Now she can be found beside this road Her last step out of the black gates was no tears I can still feel the echoes from the pictures of her mansion Like a phantom limb hanging The air that surround the mansion now Is straight out of hell The fog like a poltergeist in her head Making sounds and moving things Oiling cogs in my head And sow the longing deep underneath To come back in summer and search for her red scarves

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Nov 21, 2014

Nov 21, 2014 at 9:05 AM UTC

circasurvive

81750

She lived in that white mansion Up up on the tar hill All her life she was wrapped in it Look closely to find her Between Christmas trees and patio Spinning under them wishing so hard She was a fairy and prayed for a wing Late evening, she creeped under this tree she doesn't even know the name of it Molding foods out of sands Driving in a plastic car with her feet Accidentally her right foot was under the car tyre But kept trying to drive past this root from this big tree Crossing over drains so gracefully She told me the good times When people praised That she could write her own name on a markerboard Or when people said she was pretty In scarves even though She looked like hell She told me it reminds her Of Fleet Foxes 'White Winter Hymnal' lyrics *With scarves of red tied around their throats To keep their little heads From falling in the snow* Her scarves was all red too with ribbons pinned on it That she regret losing it now Right back when she could wear dresses Without remarks from her mom That it felt good when people don't talk About her hair that is bad everyday Chocolates were shared without even a thought that she did not want it Turtles can be kept because there Were still aquariums But they went missing the next day Just like her hamster named Michael Also this cat she left at a fish market a few time But got back home like there's a GPS, itinerary and atlas all in its head When her dad had to work until daylight She will have to sleep upstairs with mum In that little space there are microphones of which She sang songs that find ways until 3 lanes behind her house She hated the smell of the sofas She wasn't afraid of heights but Everytime she looked outside the windows she just get the chills At nights engines revving on roads Passing by frightened her so much Once a burglar got into the room Where her aunt sleeps in When dad was working she slept to the room next to her aunt At 4:00 she heard a distant cry Up to this day, she doesn't like The holes on the bathroom walls She said she could feel someone Watching And still there's this trail of size 7 On the white wall under the window Images of a flower *** moved to the front door To stop us from running away, that ******* Now she is out of her own Beautiful tragic cage Now she can be found beside this road Her last step out of the black gates was no tears I can still feel the echoes from the pictures of her mansion Like a phantom limb hanging The air that surround the mansion now Is straight out of hell The fog like a poltergeist in her head Making sounds and moving things Oiling cogs in my head And sow the longing deep underneath To come back in summer and search for her red scarves

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Everyone's lying But nobody is listening, Coins glimmer and shine; The truth still glistens At dawn over crop fields, Sunlit canopies. Nature prevails To show us our failures, Yet, mankind squabbles. The death toll rises And nothing ever changes; We don't have the time. Keep spinning the wheel, The sunset brings shade.

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Jun 18, 2014

Jun 18, 2014 at 8:55 AM UTC

zacolian

A Blind Eye

Everyone's lying But nobody is listening, Coins glimmer and shine; The truth still glistens At dawn over crop fields, Sunlit canopies. Nature prevails To show us our failures, Yet, mankind squabbles. The death toll rises And nothing ever changes; We don't have the time. Keep spinning the wheel, The sunset brings shade.

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