The sad stranger
who stands still and tall...

The other me can play guitar.
He's talented and funny...

He lurks around the corner
with his creaking, aching frame...

Imran, Imran, Is that you?
What happened at school today...

Having lived in Macclesfield for fifteen years...
Ian, I leave a lighter to light your darkest...

From the Land of the Free
and of Forest Gump...

Four - Three! Four - Three?
The City stink...

Well they waved their flags when Thatcher died
and they laid her in the ground...

I went to see the Doctor, and to her I have...
that at ten o' clock each evening I get terribly...

But Earth has not anything .......
or anyone...

A world of devastation,
with mass starvation...

What's the purpose of a poem?
What's the purpose of a rhyme...