on Second Class? by lukehanney
9 Oct 2002, 4:57 AM
Are you Ray Davies? If not, nice bit of plagiarism!
on ITS A SHAMBLES by lukehanney
9 Oct 2002, 8:52 AM
I favour the meat and potato pie myself. Nice poem, in an ironic kind of way.
on Ode to Nicholas Jones by lukehanney
9 Oct 2002, 5:50 AM
Actually, this is bloody good.
on Ode to Nicholas Jones by lukehanney
9 Oct 2002, 5:52 AM
See what can be achieved through not stealing song lyrics!
on Plastic Man by lukehanney
9 Oct 2002, 5:53 AM
Bollocks. He nicked it off of the Kinks.
on Plastic Man by lukehanney
9 Oct 2002, 5:54 AM
I've got to go now. I'll have words with you later.
on Second Class? by lukehanney
9 Oct 2002, 5:06 AM
There's a crack up in the ceiling,
And the kitchen sink is leaking.
Out of work and got no money,
A Sunday joint of bread and honey.
What are we living for?
Two-roomed apartment on the second floor.
No money coming in,
The rent collector's knocking, trying to get in.
We are strictly second class,
We don't understand,
(Dead end!)
Why we should be on dead end street.
(Dead end!)
People are living on dead end street.
(Dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
On a cold and frosty morning,
Wipe my eyes and stop me yawning.
And my feet are nearly frozen,
Boil the tea and put some toast on.
What are we living for?
Two-roomed apartment on the second floor.
No chance to emigrate,
I'm deep in debt and now it's much too late.
We both want to work so hard,
We can't get the chance,
(Dead end!)
People live on dead end street.
(Dead end!)
People are dying on dead end street.
(Dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
(Dead end!)
People live on dead end street.
(Dead end!)
People are dying on dead end street.
(Dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Head to my feet (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
How's it feel? (yeah)
How's it feel? (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
And the kitchen sink is leaking.
Out of work and got no money,
A Sunday joint of bread and honey.
What are we living for?
Two-roomed apartment on the second floor.
No money coming in,
The rent collector's knocking, trying to get in.
We are strictly second class,
We don't understand,
(Dead end!)
Why we should be on dead end street.
(Dead end!)
People are living on dead end street.
(Dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
On a cold and frosty morning,
Wipe my eyes and stop me yawning.
And my feet are nearly frozen,
Boil the tea and put some toast on.
What are we living for?
Two-roomed apartment on the second floor.
No chance to emigrate,
I'm deep in debt and now it's much too late.
We both want to work so hard,
We can't get the chance,
(Dead end!)
People live on dead end street.
(Dead end!)
People are dying on dead end street.
(Dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
(Dead end!)
People live on dead end street.
(Dead end!)
People are dying on dead end street.
(Dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Head to my feet (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
How's it feel? (yeah)
How's it feel? (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
on Reason for being late by Normo
9 Oct 2002, 5:15 AM
Amusing. Why not send some flour through the post so it looks like anthrax, and work gets evacuated? Note to CIA man reading this: That's a joke.
on purple by youngweirdo
9 Oct 2002, 5:47 AM
There is poetry here. Of course there is. But it's not very good.
on Bottom by ThoughtfulSoul
7 Oct 2002, 8:41 AM
It is lonely at the bottom. Being lonely means that nothing cna be a comfort. Sometimes having no punctutation is good, but here it isn't.
on Remembering You by dalva
7 Oct 2002, 8:48 AM
Sorry, but it doesn't do it for me. And I'm in a mean mood today. Too diffuse - try making it shorter and more intense.
on My cousin's baby sitter. by Bachus
6 Oct 2002, 4:34 AM
This is pants. Really, really pants. I'm very bored of people using sex to try and be shocking. Very tedious.
on some deleted poem
4 Oct 2002, 7:37 AM
This is much better than your other poems. The list form can be very effective. I like the detail of French windows - very appropriate.
on The Phoebe Snow by horus8
7 Oct 2002, 8:46 AM
Pitiful. Sorrry.
on Friendship by Blue Magpie
9 Oct 2002, 5:08 AM
Very nice. It makes a change from all the people showing off how many rude words they know.
on Creativity. by Blue Magpie
9 Oct 2002, 5:11 AM
Some lovely couplets. Yes, creativity can be a necessary part of life - but surely you have the tools of the poet?
on rapping on caffeine by blackball
9 Oct 2002, 5:30 AM
Simplicity is often very effective, as it is here. But the poem itself speaks of complexity, if innate notions can change from black to white, all stability is destroyed.