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I live
in a once beautiful tower,
Which has its walls inscribed daily with hate.
Whose stairs, and lifts,
Are lacquered by p**s,
And excrement which shows how base.
Is a mental defective's case.
There
are lots of beautiful people
But it's the loneliest place on earth.
Because of an in real quick
And out even quicker
Asylum policy lived theory and verse.
Knee-jerk politics make our community worse.
Especially
for the damned.
Sam
the embittered soldier
With his twin oppo's covered with mange.
Still battling, in his mind, against all foreign men,
And this will never change.
Military indoctrination is to blame.
And
our, sad, mad, Mary Madeleine
Whose never had the chance to meet J C.
Just Lenny her six foot six pimp
Who'd kick her senseless if he knew how she yearns to be free.
To embrace the concept of me.
Then
there's Darren the Derry cowboy,
Red hair, red face, red soul,
Always raging against imagined injustice,
Against his family, and world as a whole.
He lives life in a goldfish bowl.
And
sassy supermarket Sharon
Who gets home at twighlight's end.
Her flat is immaculate and tasteful
But hates all children and men.
Loneliness is her only trusted friend.
Top
dog is Tiny the baron
He's more popular than the Queen.
Entertaining all nations, all ages,
Day and night that you never see.
If you want to stay healthy.
And
at last there's me the alchi.
A watcher full of rye.
Sitting for hours at a computer desk,
Vituperatively documenting a world passing by.
So desperate for the chance to fly.
Away
from this deserved belonging.
Dave
Liversidge
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