Toy Gangsta

SHE PAINTS

She paints with words upon the wall

Her bitter accent sounds so cold

Speaks sixty languages in all

And walks on stilts so I’ve been told

And still her portrait grows and grows

Towering high like city cranes

On bended knee she paints her toes

With fuchsias reds and blues insane

Like scaffolding on castor wheels                                     

Spring water flows but soon turns brown

Dressed to the nines with broken heels

Blackfriars bridge in Salford town

Shot by Toy Gangsta high on crime

We all fall down like in the rhyme

23117

Taking on the World...

AND THEN SHE…

And then she opens up my head

And tries in vain to find my brain

She didn’t leave me there for dead

She found a way to cure my pain

She cauterised me with her love

I had to let her do her thing

And although it was really fun

It felt like ten rounds in the ring

In the rain again and walking

Yeah working for the money man

Taking on the world just talking

And doing it the best I can

She injects dye to make me blue

And then she says she loves me true…

20117

Flitch Faction in 501 words #1

FLITCH FACTION in 501 words...
the idea is to write something off the top of your head in exactly 501 words, then post it on your weblog and leave a link in my comments. Happy writing!

The subject this week is DOWN UNDER

Here's mine:

DOWN UNDER

They built the power station next door to the coal mine which made a lot of sense at the time but then one day they closed all the coal mines in that country because they were a post production society now and it wasn’t pc to send men down underground or to rape the earth for coal anymore and because Maggie wanted to smash the unions and a few faces like her forebears did at Peterloo and they said it was the wrong type of coal anyway like the wrong type of snow that brought the railways to a halt twenty five years ago so they have to import the right type of coal now to feed the power station from Australia so they’re still getting their coal from down under even if it is from an opencast mine then they ship it to a dock and load it onto a conveyor belt that goes straight to the furnace so the people of that country can watch TV and microwave their frozen sausages to keep them warm when they do a hard days work online and nobody says anything about raping the earth anymore or about the fracking state of that country or the dangers of  deep down under the sea gold mining in Africa or the seven mile long tunnel they want to build beneath the bestest little city on earth and you don’t hear much about Mrs Whippy now she’s pushing up daisies unless it’s about one of her twins being lost in the Sahara or when bus fares go up like they do every year since deregulation and the national health service in that country is falling apart and they still want to privatise it like she wanted to so everyone in that country can make somebody in another country very rich like they did with the railways and the national grid and try to make people buy shares in something they already own and sell off all the council houses so there’s no place for people to rent in the villages and all the young people have to move to the towns because nobody can afford to work on the farms anymore and they will have to import their food from somewhere else like they do with coal and the ex-pats will be rubbing their hands at the prospect of supplying lamb chops with NZ stamped on them again and as the bird flu over the cuckoos nest so free range eggs will get very expensive as information starts coming out of lugholes and emerges like planets and atolls they’re still looking for Atlantis don’t they know that there’s a whole undiscovered continent beneath the ocean knowledge is the beginning of something and the end of something else I’m not having a dig at that country or raping the earth or anything honestly I’m simply recycling re-purposing reusing and redesigning absolutely everything I can lay my hands on even if that does mean me digging down under.

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Song #680

HAPPY PEOPLE

We are happy people

From a mythical place

Under the spotlight

We are happy people

We are happy people

From a mythical place

Under the spotlight

We are happy people

Outside Jersey Street Mill

There stands a Jack with his Jill

Singing nursery rhymes

From a mythical time

Under the gas light

They are a happy couple

In Ancoats Cottonopolis

There is so much bliss

Jill singing to her man

Jack be nimble - if you can

Under the street light

They are a happy couple

A shoe shop assistant

In that mythical age

But Jill was insistent

She could have been on stage

Under the spotlight

They are a happy couple

We are happy people

From a mythical place

Under the spotlight

We are happy people

We are happy people

From a mythical place

Under the spotlight

We are happy people

Repeat

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