"scroungers" poems
He belches verses of prayer
from the acidity of his gut,
staggering upright
on two toddler feet,
he trails drunkenly
to the fridge,
scarce with only a few dented beers,
a bucketful of ice to feed him,
till the next scroungers pay-check is due.
Cracking open a frozen one,
it hisses a warrior's cry,
loud in the stillness
then dies swiftly,
as he raises the carcass to his split lip
swilling alcoholic entrails
round him gums.
Wincing slightly,
the beer half-empty in his hand,
he twitches a pink eye
in pain
as something rolls
around his jaw,
the made-of-man pinball stage
has begun a game
without him.
Gathering his saliva
into a hard bullet,
he spits the foreign object
onto splintered floorboards,
where his last tooth lands,
a final casualty
of his handsome youth.
May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 4:18 PM UTC
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
Through a petite shimmer
that unravels large
as a blackened rainbow
in this whitened mirage
I glimpsed the thespians
of nature, afar
the romances of whom
always fell apart
Through a petite shimmer
that unravels large
I glimpsed the kiss
of twilight and dawn
the betrothed pair
betrayed at last
by the shadows born
from the womb of fall
Through a petite shimmer
that unravels large
I glimpsed the awaiting
mote of sand
for the single kiss
of a drop of sea
the wetness of which
an embrace to be
The drop was alas!
wrenched away
by the vicious ocean
oarsmen as waves
As the mote of sand
looked on and on
strangled was the drop
by the murderers around
leaving the mote
awaiting in vain
for the single kiss
that will never remain
Through a petite shimmer
that unravels large
I glimpsed the kiss
of the soaring breeze
to the greenish cheeks
of a branch's leaf
The breeze was alas!
brutally deceived
as the odes of peace
from its whispering breath
beheaded the leaf
chanting words of death
Betrayal O!Breeze
Order of the storm
Your love,a dream
in the years to come.
As birds with feathers
of seconds of the past
lay dead and cold
on my memory's path
as a drop of rain
from the clouds above
paint myriad wrinkles
in the whitened mirage
the petite shimmer
that unraveled large
grows brutally dimmer
and enlightens my last
As the hideous shadow
of the glowing monarch
arose from the seas
with scroungers as drops
the birth of a dawn
as dark as dusk
bloomed the flower
in the aden of death
Blinded was I
to the eternal kiss
of the lips of the shell
that closes in bliss
Blinded was I
to the eternal love
not ever senile,
but remains a bud
A futile beholder
of otiose memories
Iam indeed a rainbow
eclipsed and maligned
by the merciless touch
of the curse of sight
of loves betrayed
and shattered to bits
of flowers that lost
its aroma within.
Sep 8, 2010
Sep 8, 2010 at 5:22 AM UTC
Bearing the stench
of my decaying self
as a prisoner beneath
the walls of death
I crave for the mercy
utterly denied
I crave for liberty
I truly desire
As the sharpened roots
of the devil's sword,
the deathbed to the cloud
painted white
by the holy messages
from sanctity's skies
pierce through my mind
and stabs to death
my memories which shed
an ocean of blood
which craves for the mercy
utterly denied
I crave for liberty
I truly desire
As scavengers devour
the final bits
of my filthy carcass
to bloodless ruins
as a helpless soul
within this skinless corpse
I crave for the mercy
utterly denied
I crave for liberty
I truly desire.
Against the deafness
of my putrefying ears
I Heard the whispers
of your triumphant sword
to the beheaded warrior
of the empire of dusk
but even as your touch
lit up this earth
your iniquitous ignorance
to my deafening plea
muted my cravings
for the mercy siezed
muted my cravings
for the liberty decieved
Destined to die
a repugnant death
as I welcomed the scroungers
to my final breath
I silently yearn
O divine one
to be enslaved no more
and betrayed by none
I silently yearn
O divine one
to be bloomed as dawn
not ever as sun
Jun 22, 2010
Jun 22, 2010 at 11:13 AM UTC
dagger beak
and garnet eyes
feathers stolen
from the stormy seas
scalded legs
and gawping mouth
tis
the gull come
to call
with mouth a
begging, shrieking gape
alerting
the whole **** clan
to clamour and fight
for the measliest of bites
once proud fishing birds
are now just feathered,
scroungers, grifters, ****
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 5:47 PM UTC
Benefit spongers and loafers and loungers all rolled into one and labelled as scroungers
but
I see MP's on junkets and freebies all paid for and by
you and I.
Who's robbing who,
who's robbing you
who's robbing me?
ask your
MP.
Jan 26, 2014
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Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 7:35 AM UTC
and to think: there's a human face behind
the horror;
it's ultimately unimaginable,
or a variation of relentless
theology never consolidated
as in: always providing a priest:
sermon of Baal
- why do
we need them? please remind me...
why do we need priests and imams?
that's hardly a worse affair
with the already staged Holocaust
and ethnic cleansing of
the disintegrating Yugoslavia -
am i to care about the Vatican lard
because it just staged something
memorable like not wearing
reds suede shoes? oh... hip hip hooray!
i'm all ears and applause.
they wear the dog collars
but never the choir boys' leash -
i'd cleanse the marble floors with their
desecration - because they are nothing
more than what some are called
state benefit scroungers -
abracadabra crappers -
i'm actually unemployed
because you deem priests as worthy of
being a demanded profession...
this is my Martin Luther kindred oath -
only with the Poles and the Irish
can this circus go on as it is;
what can these priests actually summon?
a warm **** and carbonated waters
of lake Galilee; and that's all folks;
but nonetheless you keep them
employed, as you said to Socrates:
cobblers and bartenders and carpenters
to the gas chambers! because we need
impotent priests of Baal / Jesus Christ!
Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 11:06 PM UTC
It is commonly known
That THEY CAN NEVER KEEP IT REAL
from the most powerful man in the world
publicly revealed as ' a racist, a con-man and a cheat'
to the ***** scroungers and thieves in Bow, East London
it's inherited common traits in all of them from low to high
History holds a million tales
of, their LIES, DECEIT, THEFTS, HATE and VIOLENCE
Crooks, chancers, unscrupulous merchants blazing false trails
Conning and stupefying, misappropriating, stealing and looting
Sowing lies and discontents, dividing and ruling in murky fashion
without a pang of conscience they steal and destroy with a pale smile
With glib sharp tongues and dead eyes
and SOULLESS, IMMORAL, AMORAL, DEVIOUS and RUTHLESS
they manipulate, cajole, dance with satan and would sell their mums
as long as they have control, all elses are below and there're profits in
It's all about them and the world and all in it was made to serve them
because they know how to LIE. CON, HATE, STEAL, **** FOOL
and
NEVER KEEP IT REAL
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 8:39 AM UTC
Read all about it in the bylines
they don't make headlines
like the benefit scroungers,
I'm talking hard times,the sign of the times, times,
them on the street with nothing but time
and there's nothing like time for
saying it is time and squashing you up like
you've ****** on a fresh lime.
I'm looking at legs on page three
wishing that gal was with me
but I'm under a tree in the park,onto
page four,they're talking a war
what's it all for?
For old times sake
I take the paper for a pillow upon which I'll lay my head and tomorrow I may be dead or be eating bread and butter in the gutter with Frank and Sally,she's a ****** but that's not relevant,nothing is,
not even the headlines,
when you're living and dying and falling on hard times.
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 1:36 AM UTC