Life inside the idiot box

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Becoming 21 from my special occasions poetry

Rite of Passage Childhood’s ship has sailed Your teens were made for scenes, Your relationships were in-between. Responsibility you were not keen Unlock Adulthood with your key you are now 21 you see. Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, August 7, 2010

I know not another one it can't be helped

I was thinking and it did hurt, I'v e read about so many stabbings in the newspapers and the increase of criminal activity among the youth blah blah blah. The high pregnancy rate is part our of teenager's fate or is it the youth is painted uncouth by our bloody Government what they doing apart from... Sign in to see full entry.

Job Centre Jingle The business of being unemployed has left me annoyed and slightly paranoid. The Advisors sit n their neat divisors, and advise on being better providers. I travel fortnightly to be taken lightly. I feel glares from their blazing stares. They quietly hum, "You're the bum who takes... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, August 6, 2010

The conjuring con-artist They make tricks with their sticks They use dust to steal your trust. They coax your eyes with a female surprise. They use their sleeve only to deceive. The final trick is a colourful slip. Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

My view of LA, This is the last dig at showbiz . I'll hate something new

Clipped Wings Watch these tables turn Countless fables burn. They will never learn, Some consume everything they earn. Others spend on lavish concerns. The rest are quick to discern. The streets are a timely treat For the criminally discreet, The Hollywood pills are safely stacked, On their secreted... Sign in to see full entry.

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Dying Art Of Eclat

The dying art of éclat V.I.P is now R.I.P. The very importance Of celebrity is Reality T.V. The vast cemetery of Celebrity, The plastered slabs, Of stapled mags containing pages Of talentless faces who are Limited disgraces. Oh Cary Grant. You sent Us into an endless trance. We have the lesser... Sign in to see full entry.

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