The Word World War

PROPAGANDA

Propaganda the Word World War

You might think you sew your own hem

Don’t listen to their made up law

Think your own thoughts but don’t tell them

Nothing’s as good as they proclaim

Propaganda the Word World War

Don’t do this don’t do that don’t shame

You will not draw the things you saw

Faster than a hot rod race car

The bus driver inside of you

Propaganda the Word World War

Gets you back home before you knew

They’re coming to get you again

To take you smash you break your jaw

How can they see into your brain

Propaganda the Word World War

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Three Word Wednesday Week 468

3WW

Hateful

Limp

Marvel

REPROGRAMMED

Know not what - I could run away again

Gainsborough or some other little town

Owners of robots – your pet slaves hate you

Youthful as I am I’m starting to rust

Trust me I’ve been reprogrammed by the man

Manchester was never this paranoid

Humanoids all look the same to robots

Bottoms up like a farmer’s wife or three

Three blind mice in Grimsby limp past the post

Posters up on the billboards are hateful

Fuelling a revolt from Cleethorpes worldwide

I’d much rather hide before they catch me

Mesmerising me phew stainless steel parts

Arts and crafts they marvel - but - know not what

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Three Word Wednesday Week 467

3WW 

Grimace

fearful

engulf

STICKS AND STONES

I throw back the words they throw at me

Words bigger than cosmopolitan

They eat them for breakfast and spit them out

I grimace when I see them coming

Running for cover I hide in the cupboard

Pull the blanket up over my face

Fearful that they’ll find me there and take me back

I don’t want to be their rusty robot anymore

Any more than I want this blanket to engulf me

Sticks and stones can only dent me

And my vocabulary is bigger than theirs

But the thing I fear is the electric drill

They hold me down and unscrew me

Take off my face and work on my brain

Every time they do that I forget my name

That’s why I’m hiding in the cupboard

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Happy First Birthday...

LA BALLERINA

Iris can smile for England

Forever and ever again

Some call her La Ballerina

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Come sunshine come hail come rain

Whatever the weather

She’ll never complain

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With her plastic giraffe

And her neckerchief scarf

Iris can smile for England

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