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♂ ♂ ♂ ♂ ♂ ♂ ♂ ♂ ♂ ♂ ♂ Fatherless broods, whose mothers hoped for change Fight the law, abort their restoration; Attack, burn, riot… consider nothing strange Extorting payout from their host nation. Fatherhood, dark elephant in the room, Denigrated, dissed by baby-mamas In his absence, speaks potently of doom (Apparently blessed by both Obamas…) ***** donation, filling the wombs with child, Disorganized communities, off-course Guarantee police work when thugs run wild. With marriage faltering in the race: lame horse. Inhuman nature being what it is Be careful who you shoot—and hold your ****
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Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 9:32 AM UTC
Don’t Shoot: The Return of Jimmy Justice
All our country's taxpayers are becoming enraged Bailing out companies which have been mismanaged Countless millions have been forked out Dollar amounts which are exceptionally stout Ever the taxpayer is called upon to cough up Filling the always depleted company's cup Giving generously has got to cease pretty soon Helping them is a cost that's gone well beyond the moon Injecting our hard earned is too much Just let them stand on their own crutch Kick those CEO's into a reality check fashion Let them not receive anymore of our kind ration Money has been misspent by our former government Never ending the out flow it's time for some abatement Offer not another cent to those ailing companies Propping them stresses the taxpayer's arteries Questions must be asked about those per unit costs Regularly increasing and so high are their imposts Shores abroad can produce goods for lesser amounts They run a more efficient book of accounts Under a burgeoning payout us taxpayers are gripped Vast savings we'd make if they were nipped We've been supporting the big end of town for years X marks the spot where we've been left in arrears Yonder the companies can take their travails Zilch is what they'll be receiving from our taxpayer bails
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Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 9:15 PM UTC
Taxpayer Bails (Abecedarian Poem)
i’m always glad when a joke comes along it’s all the casinos and things i am and ever been lost in i was bored and no boredom kills you like lust does it’s red when you bet red all the time and you’ll be alone between periods of manic payout and disbelief if you don’t leave and slap the croupier on the *** and ask them to join.
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Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 3:49 AM UTC
Lust
I just heard about the near miss. My mind was elsewhere. Pleased to hear about Syria, But it was elsewhere. I didn't know Pippa had a wardrobe malfunction, The loss of the Toronto Blue Jays, The deformed frogs and west coast fires, And the downing of a 747 somewhere in the Asiatic Sea. Big news. Bigger problems! But, like I said, my mind was elsewhere. Like the ten million payout to the terrorist from Canada Whose human rights were violated. I didn't hear that one til today. I just heard there's been a few transformations For Caitlyn and Donald. Hope they like their new lives. My mind was elsewhere, And I've left it there. Whew! Did you hear something about North Korea launching ICBM's?
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Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 8:18 AM UTC
My Mind Was Elsewhere
Politics of power politics of greed, politics we don't really need Words with no meaning, words of war, words to exasperate all the wrongs of before Men in bowler hats from higher degrees of education, Suffragettes in suits with their posh procrastinations Radicalised preachers disguised as primary school teachers, morals and values that have no worth, morals and values to discolour our earth Politicians with a fame fascination, politicians on their own inert instruction Politics of verbal constipation, designed in a way you will never comprehend, politics of corruption and manipulation, politics to make your thoughts unlawfully twist and bend Politics that so easily steal from a dying hand, politics that allows our old to die where they stand The politicians expense account, this just helps the animosity amount, our money, our stability our very existence, put to one side and dealt with the utmost of contempt if you offer up any form of resistance Politics of minorities who the majority doesn't want or need and should rightfully and respectfully be abolished, when you look at our world our people, and how they suffer, the responsibility lays firmly at their feet for with their megalomaniac ways , our world they have tarnished I personally do not vote, how can I, when all they do is lie, I'm sure in-between, this cataclysmic scene, someone has the heart, the integrity and honour to want to serve the people of their nation, but I guess , like the rest , they'll accept their payout, sign on a dotted line, and never scream, never shout
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Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 11:27 AM UTC
Never Scream, Never Shout
Politics of power politics of greed, politics we don't really need Words with no meaning, words of war, words to exasperate all the wrongs of before Men in bowler hats from higher degrees of education, Suffragettes in suits with their posh procrastinations Radicalised preachers disguised as primary school teachers, morals and values that have no worth, morals and values to discolour our earth Politicians with a fame fascination, politicians on their own inert instruction Politics of verbal constipation, designed in a way you will never comprehend, politics of corruption and manipulation, politics to make your thoughts unlawfully twist and bend Politics that so easily steal from a dying hand, politics that allows our old to die where they stand The politicians expense account, this just helps the animosity amount, our money, our stability our very existence, put to one side and dealt with the utmost of contempt if you offer up any form of resistance Politics of minorities who the majority doesn't want or need and should rightfully and respectfully be abolished, when you look at our world our people, and how they suffer, the responsibility lays firmly at their feet for with their megalomaniac ways , our world they have tarnished I personally do not vote, how can I, when all they do is lie, I'm sure in-between, this cataclysmic scene, someone has the heart, the integrity and honour to want to serve the people of their nation, but I guess , like the rest , they'll accept their payout, sign on a dotted line, and never scream, never shout
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the alimony money keeps me warmer than you ever did it keeps me toasty warm every folding quid you never stayed at home to pour your love on me these days it's so grand being enfolded in your money it was a D Day in the divorce court you had to pay me a big payout for all those years you'd been playing about I sleep the sleep of the thankful that indeed I do with the cash recompense which fell so rightfully due looking back on those times when my man wasn't at my side he was chasing other skirts being most untrue to his bride my heart is comforted at the amount of dough I possess such a substantial sum of happy redress honey your alimony money makes my life so so sunny
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Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 6:13 PM UTC
Alimony Money
What drew you to this job? Truthfully, survival I lie and say I’ve always been passionate about textiles Like the pretentious clothing this company creates My answer is carefully tailored to appeal to my market audience Yesterday I was passionate about data entry Tomorrow I’ll be passionate about customer retention and management I’ve learnt to lick the boot that pins me down in place What does your dream job look like? I don’t bother telling them that I no longer dream of labour I recite the appropriate buzzwords Sense of progression Work-life balance Meaningful connections Bile rises in my throat What do you hope to achieve in life? My father wasted away his best years in a job that landed him in hospital A heart attack and redundancy payout all the thanks he got All so he could eventually retire and do what he actually loved; woodworking He’d never been able to make a career of it He couldn’t find a ‘market’ for it Maybe it was because he never learnt to market himself, to sell himself Not in that sense Instead he sold himself He sold his body to a timber mill Maybe he thought it would be temporary But then he had to give up his woodworking Because working the wood at the mill left him exhausted He had to sell his soul for decades until the system finally let him be I want something different than what the system offers But there is no alternative to the system It offers me 50 flavours of consumption 32 different shades of participation But no option not to consume Not to participate I no longer have lofty ideals When I was young I wanted to be a famous writer I wanted to travel and see the world Now I just want to exist But even my very existence comes at a cost To merely exist I am still expected to participate To consume and be consumed Sell myself to whoever will pay for what little I have to offer Thank you for your time
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Sep 25, 2020
Sep 25, 2020 at 12:39 AM UTC
The Interview
What drew you to this job? Truthfully, survival I lie and say I’ve always been passionate about textiles Like the pretentious clothing this company creates My answer is carefully tailored to appeal to my market audience Yesterday I was passionate about data entry Tomorrow I’ll be passionate about customer retention and management I’ve learnt to lick the boot that pins me down in place What does your dream job look like? I don’t bother telling them that I no longer dream of labour I recite the appropriate buzzwords Sense of progression Work-life balance Meaningful connections Bile rises in my throat What do you hope to achieve in life? My father wasted away his best years in a job that landed him in hospital A heart attack and redundancy payout all the thanks he got All so he could eventually retire and do what he actually loved; woodworking He’d never been able to make a career of it He couldn’t find a ‘market’ for it Maybe it was because he never learnt to market himself, to sell himself Not in that sense Instead he sold himself He sold his body to a timber mill Maybe he thought it would be temporary But then he had to give up his woodworking Because working the wood at the mill left him exhausted He had to sell his soul for decades until the system finally let him be I want something different than what the system offers But there is no alternative to the system It offers me 50 flavours of consumption 32 different shades of participation But no option not to consume Not to participate I no longer have lofty ideals When I was young I wanted to be a famous writer I wanted to travel and see the world Now I just want to exist But even my very existence comes at a cost To merely exist I am still expected to participate To consume and be consumed Sell myself to whoever will pay for what little I have to offer Thank you for your time
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Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 7:05 AM UTC
poorBrand
Your soul is far more beautiful than mine, You've got more miles on your heart, This must be fate, I'm so very lucky to have met you at this time. You're too honest for this world, And to I; you're too kind, Don't fight back against the facts, It seems as though you don't follow the most traveled path, But there is nothing you lack, And if you'll let me; I promise to always have your back. And like the rain that comes down every now and then, Emotions I did not know I could feel flood my head, It's no wonder I can't sleep through the night alone in this bed, And when in the morning I leave, tis the very time of day that I dred. I crave your body like a bloodthirsty wolf, And I'll accept this new found hunger; my judgement it will engulf, But this broken heart of mine would be much too difficult to mend, And this wavering depression is a bit to high maintenance to tend, My baggage is ample, And I learned long ago that to feel happy; I no longer can pretend. So if you're feeling up to the task, Inspired to see what's behind this mask, The payout is well worth it, In my bountiful love you may bask.
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May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 6:34 AM UTC
true beauty
Monsanto's roundup never failed to **** the weeds Monsanto's roundup being known for deadly deeds of late a court case has hit the headlines on behalf of a grounds man who'd sprayed roundup over rambling vines he'd ingested the product's residual mist whereupon his body became sick from its whist other plaintiffs are gearing up for a trial date which will mean the suing of Monsanto won't abate hefty cash payout can but damage the company's profitable reputation on lawyers presenting evidence of the **** killer's lethal saturation and people in countries off shore will obtain a chance in litigation against the corporate entity's expenditure advance Monsanto's roundup never failed to **** the weeds Monsanto's roundup being known for deadly deeds
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Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 11:33 PM UTC
Rounding Up Monsanto
Did you know I’m brave? Did you know I’m caring? Did you know I’m extraordinary? I’d like to cash these in. I’d like a payout. I’d like something in return. Did you know I’m weak? Did you know I’m pathetic? Did you know I’m ungrateful? I’d like to be punished. I’d like to be held accountable. I’d like to bleed away my guilt. If you’re still listening, I’d like to know what it is that I truly deserve. I’d like to feel free from worrying that I’m taking too much, Or not enough, Or too much, Or not enough
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Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 2:49 PM UTC
Worth
The sun rained down on the city that day the day that everything changed The old man walked alone that day watching as his feet hit the ground every step was a new beginning and he was surprised by what he found The children played together that day wishing they could grow up too fast not knowing how quick it would come anyways, they still wished to forget the past The mother sat alone that day surrounded by empty minds mourning the loss of her little girl tears came with every new thing she finds The girl was surrounded that day as darkness filled the air thinking about what would come next every thought was too much to bare The man drove for only himself that day losing control with every mile every action had a payout that broke spirits and smile
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Sep 9, 2012
Sep 9, 2012 at 1:47 PM UTC
#9
i’m singing happiness, from a place of despair. Those dark lights emphasis the spark of brightness lost in the night. as we soldier on, with a chip on our shoulder, weapons at arms, take a moment to relax, reload, and aim for the stars We don't mean you no harm, and I know that it's strange, to aim for the target knowing those bullets aint remotely in range. do it again, we do it again, we’ll see how close we can get, anyway. In the darkness we slept in world records  of our evenings, believing in better days. maybe, but knowing better anyway. the law of averages say it in lehmans terms, i’m the reason for the medium, the yin and yang of the best made plans. they never last until completion, just good intentions and interventions, it could of meant something to someone surely. if not me, i’m bored by the habitual routines, a scene only has meaning, if it’s set with intention from beings, if you get what i mean. so long society, as i quietly slip from your succulent grasp. i’ve been meaning to ask do you swallow them whole? or do you devour the body first, and then feed on the soul? society has forsaken me, i won’t go quietly into the slot for me, live life like a slot machine, accosted by the cost of life and human beings. Waiting patiently for the payout that never comes.
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Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 6:49 AM UTC
Slot Machine Shame
Get out of my house she screamed, wasn't at all a bit like it seemed, behind him, she slung his carrier bags, an old sleeping bag, and a bundle of rags, after a row, silly cow, she said, you're not welcome here. was just a stupid row, and she's not really a silly cow. That night, the evening fell into disquiet, the once loving moments had turned into a riot. dragged his carriers behind him as he walked down the street, tripping over his muddled up feet, Night fell, so did he, In much distress a bloodied mess, landed on homeless spikes, landed hard, landed fast, anchored to the spot, poor sod, not terribly long, but that poor fellow, well he punctured a lung, A passing friend, noticed his distress, called the paramedics to come and assess, Carted him off to the hospital, the one that still had an A+E, stuffed in a chest drain, a little more pain, and then, along came the brief, gave the company grief, Received a big payout, went home to the wife, you remember the one, who first gave him the strife. (C) Livvi
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Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 4:29 PM UTC
Deterrent?
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Sep 25, 2021
Sep 25, 2021 at 3:21 PM UTC
(Contest) Future Poet Award $50 prize
Death Cash Life insurance death payout doesn’t make sense Surely you’re meant to be a live to enjoy the payout? But they only pay when you’re dead and buried Something aint right there…
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Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 3:46 AM UTC
Death Cash
Uncle Sam When will the company payout? Just like Catch 22 All the benefits come after death You sign on the line And pay the cash For the listed benefits But you don’t see them Not a single ******* one They’re left to your loved ones Don’t have a wife or kids? Too bad then Uncle Sam will claim your benefits To enrich his war chest And defeat the *** and the **** And the Reds after that The benefits are all his
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Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 3:43 AM UTC
Uncle Sam
i find it unnecessary to exchange mixtures of letters with the receiver i once did see me engaging in foreseen endeavors with but history tore me and we though i now retract exceptions are had such as when i choose to detract the warmth i had way back in the past when our fire did not brand but did attract us to one another not like now and how it knows how to protract to engulf us to turn good into bad i release resistant exhales and doubt on newfound callousness i once could reroute only when allowed by a sizable payout even if along the way it cracks the heart i once had and the heart i once had sworn on my life to pass for before i let it pass.
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Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 2:39 AM UTC
180o[f]
In reality lurks creatures that hunt in the night & day They call them serial killers who stalk for prey, A chilling breed with thoughts consumed by a sinister desire, Leaving a trail of death, only when caught do they retire. The Mission-Orientated Serial Killer The Organized Serial Killer, methodical & precise, Planning every detail, checking everything twice, They leave no trace, no evidence is left behind, A mind where discipline & lunacy combine. Certain ethnicity, religion or even ****** orientation, Even people who work in the *** industry they feel deserve damnation, They are ridding the world of its ‘filth’ & that they deserve to die, Believing without them the world would purify. The Visionary Serial Killer The Visionary Serial Killer, chaotic & wild, Driven by impulse, their actions beguiled, Their crimes are messy, a frenzy of violence, Leaving a scene of horror, a twisted defiance. Some suffering from psychosis that causes them to lose touch with reality, Their crimes will seem “random” due to their psychotic insanity, Striking fear from the madness of their murders they create, If they actually understand right from wrong is always the debate. The Hedonistic Serial killer Hedonistic serial killers can be broken down into three subcategories, lust, thrill & comfort, Not caring for their victims nor their families they hurt, A Lust killer who rapes, mutilates & kills for their own ****** gratification, Thrill Killers hunting their victim or seeing their terror may give them elation. A Comfort killer is someone who kills for money or for material gain, To receive an insurance payout or an inheritance without a care for others in pain, Their impulse, they are driven by lust, thrill and/or comfort they find, To satisfy the hunger inside, is the only thing on their mind. The Power/Control Serial Killer A power and/or control serial killer, seeks dominance to inflict, A thirst for power & whatever their twisted minds depict, Taking away their victims’ lives, inflicting their force, Exerting pain & power over their victims without remorse. Driven by pleasure, a sinister domain, To install fear in their victims is their campaign, Leaving a trail of victims & having people fear the night, They seek gratification; to play mind games they find a delight. Each type of serial killer, they have a haunting presence, A reminder of the deep darkness, a sinister essence, Their actions leave scars, on the families & souls they take, A chilling reminder of the lives they forsake.
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Mar 31, 2025
Mar 31, 2025 at 5:18 AM UTC
Serial Killer Types
In reality lurks creatures that hunt in the night & day They call them serial killers who stalk for prey, A chilling breed with thoughts consumed by a sinister desire, Leaving a trail of death, only when caught do they retire. The Mission-Orientated Serial Killer The Organized Serial Killer, methodical & precise, Planning every detail, checking everything twice, They leave no trace, no evidence is left behind, A mind where discipline & lunacy combine. Certain ethnicity, religion or even ****** orientation, Even people who work in the *** industry they feel deserve damnation, They are ridding the world of its ‘filth’ & that they deserve to die, Believing without them the world would purify. The Visionary Serial Killer The Visionary Serial Killer, chaotic & wild, Driven by impulse, their actions beguiled, Their crimes are messy, a frenzy of violence, Leaving a scene of horror, a twisted defiance. Some suffering from psychosis that causes them to lose touch with reality, Their crimes will seem “random” due to their psychotic insanity, Striking fear from the madness of their murders they create, If they actually understand right from wrong is always the debate. The Hedonistic Serial killer Hedonistic serial killers can be broken down into three subcategories, lust, thrill & comfort, Not caring for their victims nor their families they hurt, A Lust killer who rapes, mutilates & kills for their own ****** gratification, Thrill Killers hunting their victim or seeing their terror may give them elation. A Comfort killer is someone who kills for money or for material gain, To receive an insurance payout or an inheritance without a care for others in pain, Their impulse, they are driven by lust, thrill and/or comfort they find, To satisfy the hunger inside, is the only thing on their mind. The Power/Control Serial Killer A power and/or control serial killer, seeks dominance to inflict, A thirst for power & whatever their twisted minds depict, Taking away their victims’ lives, inflicting their force, Exerting pain & power over their victims without remorse. Driven by pleasure, a sinister domain, To install fear in their victims is their campaign, Leaving a trail of victims & having people fear the night, They seek gratification; to play mind games they find a delight. Each type of serial killer, they have a haunting presence, A reminder of the deep darkness, a sinister essence, Their actions leave scars, on the families & souls they take, A chilling reminder of the lives they forsake.
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Hiring For Investment Banking roles Is like wading through a swamp At first, it may appear as easy As winning the French Open is, for Rafael Nadal Since there is a decent pool of candidates Waiting to be tapped into However, as the old cliche goes Appearances are deceptive There are numerous pits In the form of various factors That influence the interest levels Of each and every candidate Such as, the job location The salary The bonus payout The appraisal cycle The scope of the role The reporting manager The brand And most importantly, the work culture It requires a truckload of skills As well as a fat lot of luck To maneuver your way through the swamp And successfully avoid these pits Which lurk in the shadows Waiting to catch you unawares One slip-up, and you may lose a candidate Every time that happens You'll find yourself sinking into the mud Slowly, but surely The harder you try to escape The deeper you end up sinking By the time you find that "perfect candidate" Your face is all that will remain above the surface And the only thing that can save you Is the client uttering the magic words "This position is now on hold"
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Jul 15, 2022
Jul 15, 2022 at 12:38 PM UTC
The Swamp Of Investment Banking Recruitment
A lot of people died for no reason today, Friday the 13th... I don't know how to rationalize these kinds of crimes against being human and respecting life because no amount of strife no payout no political scandal no extreme statement should make the heart vacant unable to handle any fuel but the fire of hate for all who "do not relate" but the longer you seethe it the more you breathe it and sooner or later you'll be it hate hates you just as much as you hate them doesn't care that it's leading you to your end the demise of your abysmal skies and tonight the world cries but it's sickening how we're unsurprised unphased by the quicksand thickening a noose slowly squeezing our humanity out we're in a drought we need a revolution and love is the solution and people have been screaming that since the beginning of time and now it's imperative we listen because nights like this just aren't fun they're heavy for everyone because we are one and tonight, once again we've only brought each other pain *why the **** did we ever invent the gun?*
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Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 9:20 PM UTC
Paris
Life is hard, That’s the way it’s meant to be. We try so hard, This is easy to see. They say hard work pays off in the end, On this I disagree. How can death be the payout, That doesn’t seem good to me. We fight, We struggle, This is what makes our life. If it was easy we’d have no reason, No reason to fight, And push for something better. The final destination is irrelevant, It’s the journey that makes us.
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Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 3:45 AM UTC
The fight
Falling or elating For someone else All the time you'll spend waiting For a reply bad for self I want a deep conversation And to know they're there What is liberation? If you can't know there's care? They can say that they want you As all others do But the feeling will haunt you Pain you'll drag yourself through Its a lonely life To be so deep in love No more than strife For the person thinking of Yeah you can buy them flowers Or maybe buy a ring But if they have walls as tall as towers It doesn't mean a thing You'll pace and wander In a restless state While growing fonder Still you have to wait All you'll ever want Is just to talk to them The time they take will taunt Like digging up a gem Just to get a payout Of some emotional worth How much longer can you stay out? Before you decide to leave this earth
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Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 5:32 AM UTC
All youll ever want
You look at the television, a new series is starting Wife's making the tea, kettle boils, just waiting in the kitchen 3 minutes in, a face appears, it takes a minute to click Honey, who's this guy, I've seen him before but it just wont tick Hot drink in each hand, she steps in, looks, pauses and takes a think Oh, he was in whats it called, that show with the family on the brink He tried to ****** the mother to get the payout to feed the kids No, different guy, he's in Corrie now emptying the bins Keep watching, it'll come, this confusion that matters to nothing But it's bugging, so frustrating, his face was definitely in something What's his name, well I don't know, we'll have to wait until the end Click on the info button, it'll show up there, I might even have to phone a friend OK, nobody has mentioned him for a while, what was his name? Been around the block a bit but not known for his fame Appeared in The Bill, Birds of a Feather and Celebrity Generation Game But a face you forget, an accent non describable and tomorrow you'd still forget it again An every man, he fits in the plan, can take any role and just blend into the background A speaking part, a bit-part actor, was even in some major films but never talk of the town And then you look down in Tesco's, his name at last you see on a DVD in the bargain bin, great, its him! But what was he in?! JJB
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Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 8:35 AM UTC
But what was he in?