"clegg" poems
This contains swearwords!!!!
Do you know what it’s like to be on the dole?
The giro, the social, the rock and roll,
Well I’m tellin you now, that it’s no laff,
No heat or food, round at my gaff,
I can’t pay the bills on fifty three quid,
This is how I live; I’m tellin ye kid,
No Lecky, or water, or comfy bed,
Nowhere to lay my educated head,
You’s think I’m brewsted on state benefit,
Well I’m tellin ye now, life is ****
No jobs are goin in my town,
This whole ****** country is goin down,
I look every day for a job to do,
Over qualified under qualified, scew you,
I’d brush your path, deliver your dinner,
My options for work get thinner and thinner,
But we get the blame for the country’s debt,
And seen in your eyes as a useless get,
We are not scroungers and living like kings,
We can’t afford the simple things,
We can’t take our kids to Blackpool pier,
Or to the fair, it’s just too dear,
It’s not our fault the system let us down,
Schooling was crap, but I got a cap and gown,
So don’t look at me, like I’m ****
I’ve bettered meself to get out of this pit,
I’m clever and proud and I stand tall,
I make something out of nothing, coz I’ve got **** all,
You won’t tread us down, yeah that’s right,
We got fire in our bellies and where ready to fight,
We’re not greedy for a fancy lifestyle.
The simple things make us smile,
So quit avin a go, at our worlds apart,
I’m scouse and proud, with a lions heart,
So live well in your mansion, apartment, or detached,
Coz were the generation that Maggie hatched,
Yeah that’s right were Maggie’s crew,
The under privileged, not like you,
Time to step up the Cameron’s and Clegg’s,
Coz you’ve sat long enough on Thatcher’s eggs.
Tina Ford
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC
Picture yourself unemployed, your life now in bin bags
With no home, no car and no roof over you
No food no boots no one to hold onto
You children don't recognise you
Whilst high on a hillside the political powers dine upon luxury food
Sipping their champers drinking your money
And looking down upon you
Using your money to fund and support all of their business intrests
Taken your life away, nothing left today
Lucy in the park with TB
Lucy in the park with TB
Lucy in the park with TB
ohh OOh Poor Lucy
Morning has come and her fingers now blue her face is dark and won't move
Her daughter can't wake her she cries "oh mummy"the coalition have killed you..
The government killed here with policy cuts and media lies each day
Cameron and Clegg Lining their pockets as more more people die
Lucys now gone on a boat to the heavens
the ferryman took her away took her today
Lucy died in the park with TB
Lucy in the park with TB
Lucy in the park with TB
Poor Lucy
Oh wow
Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 2:44 PM UTC
Write a Clerihew:
It’s easy to do.
Two rhyming couplets of any length:
Short and simple, that’s its strength.
Remember Johnny Giles
A player with all the wiles.
In midfield he did scheme:
For Leeds he was a dream.
Nicole Scherzinger,
What a messenger.
A Friend so loyal,
Regally royal.
Oh Nick Clegg,
Why did you have to beg
For a Tory-led Coalition,
Sending the Lib-Dems into Perdition?
(PS) All hail be to great Don Newton,
Always had a winning solution.
Played table tennis with flashing blade,
A Legend that will never fade.
Paul Butters
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 6:29 AM UTC
Clegg was a pushy ******
who never locked his door
pressed his friends forward for recognition
of their efforts.
Quietly in the background
Without telling
What he was doing
for them
never for himself
and in his selfless style
died poor
he had little interest in material possessions
gave most things away
and was smart enough to spend his last dollar
on his last day
©Gary Lewis 2009
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 5:38 AM UTC
The wailing ghosts
Laughed at my sadness
Humorous in their intention to weaken me the more
I stayed awake in the earthen hour
Battling the clegg of thy cometh
To tell thee ones tale
Wash
They fly through me
Scream me awake
Stolen my wishes
Gone be my dreams
So becomes the chatter in my head
Weak to the mind
I follow in stumble
Leave all
Comes behind
It's now I must face them
The slugs chase in I
White trail
Their misfortune
My desolate mind
The madness is in me
The ghosts have all won
I'm falling to pieces
My heart hears the gun
Bang!
Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 11:11 PM UTC
Labour are red
Tories are blue
Both need the Liberals
Their votes were too few
We want, we all said
A hung parliament coup
Carelessly wished for
Now all coming true
There's economic dread
So what shall we do
We can't decide which we like
Yellow, red or blue
Campaigning not bed
A decision to rue
More sleep is postponed
So Clegg they can woo
The rivals must wed
A coalition stew
Strong stable unity
Or chimps in a zoo?
Some policies now dead
Others they'll pursue
The only thing certain
Is that cuts are in view
So raise up your head
And herald the new
And if someone's in charge
Please tell me who.
May 7, 2010
May 7, 2010 at 2:38 PM UTC
Slapstick comedy in the House of Commons,we laughed until we cried
the day the front bench tried to get through a bill..oh oh oh
Clegg and Cameron in front of cameras trying on the speakers chair for size,
did not realise it was bolted to
the wooden floor.. oh oh.
The division bell rang and they all divided someone sang,let's go for a beer,it's very cheap in here it's the subsidy, he, he, he,almost free,
unlike the populace we can all get off our face,expense forms at our side,it's slapstick and we laughed 'til we nearly died..oh oh oh.
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 1:03 AM UTC
Things come and go in a dance
Feelings rise
Sometimes new, sometimes very old
I dance them out-
My feelings get to play
Harmful if I hold much like this butterfly
So I let my feelings out and I let the fly!
Feelings have wings - they must fly
Never tucked away, yet never die
Specially if they step out within my day
I flow with what feelings are bestowed upon me
Why throw them away?
Why tuck them away only to forget the lesson life has for me to get?
That is why we are living is it not my friend?
Movement leads the WAY
ENERGY FOLLOWS
New movements pop out with old feelings I let shout
I wonder where is this from..
I suddenly feel like I am dancing with Johnny Clegg and Savuka~
My hands go up in the air and make new shapes
As I dance around the globe
Literally on my floor is a vivid globe for witch I beg for guidance
I smile, I dance..and give the Universe a fair ******* chance
To give me what I am asking for
A new place to bloom and self explore
I have packed my ships
I have my own sail~
It is time to use it
Find a new shore
; )
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 4:26 PM UTC
The future is blinding me
I'm lost in a space of bliss
and falsity
It could be something by which we all are led
or does it inhabit only my head?
Or maybe it's real
something planted to test it's appeal
for Miliband to prove his great pledge:
That school leavers are struggling in this big wide world
something to give him the edge.
Or for Clegg,
millions of pounds for the looneys in Bedlam?
he'd have to beg! But use it on us, boost the statistics
he'll get more votes for the kids gone ballistic.
Or maybe it's our parents as Larkin said,
In the genes they passed down or
the time they sent us to bed
"we never had all these choices"
they say. They really wish our lives to be better,
but how should the modern mind handle such pressure?
And oh the irony
that God and his threat has faced such scrutiny
but even now
in thinking finitely,
we still have brutally
created hell, right here
an earthly community.
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 6:19 AM UTC
Takin these precedent matters
As if the president matters
breakin, steppin flaking their faces
and they're bracing their *****
a ludicrous scene here
a bleeding sound that gushes
junior or senior
I'm jerkin till they beLEAVES
I'm beating round the Bushes
'til this fiend's moral is mushed
I'm not eating pounds of kush
but I'm exhausted I wanna hit the hay, so how could I stop beating round the Bush?
Sick of seeing Nick Clegg too so I guess the scenic route is brushed (get it?) XD
This is a message to peasants thinking 'the leaders allowed to push'
I've got addresses I'm addressing this to he that's bound to push
that button that's dressing the lady earth with foul and thus
destroying the planet infact it'd leave a trillion thousand sqooshed
just toying with aftermath has been body count that's flushed.
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 5:00 PM UTC