Sometimes I sit and think a bit,
Some would say it is too much...

So once again
The pens in hand...

One man's pleasure
Is another man's pain...

I don't think I write poetry.
Though sometimes I write rhymes...

As I traverse from west to east already I see your...
You still hide behind the Pennines...

Ooh look at you in your flash car.
You should really learn to drive...

Evolved and twisted by an evil will
Vomitus minds and tongues facilitate...

How can our leaders make pledges
And we all promise to do our bit...

He walks the streets from dusk till dawn
He has no friends he's all alone...

Laying in the darkness, my duvet wrapped about me.
I hear the autumn wind whistle around my tin box...

I once stuck a stick into the ground
And hoped that it would grow...

From rags or rithes we were all born
From some us a family torn...