Submissions by Punkpoetdetectives
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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Big Fish, Little Fish, Old Skool G
He smokes cuban cigars
he'll put horses head in your bed
Dont look him in the eye
or he'll fill ya full of lead
he has a gold plated smile
a stolen credit card
pursed by interpol
hunted by scotland yard
he's the underworld of nightmare's
a gangster devoid of love
pin striped suits
money is his god
with a broad under one arm
and a tommy gun in the other
he'll take your money
steal your girl and take her back to mother
A wannabe gangster
marlon brando he wishes
His ex she wants her child support
Now she's sleeping with...
he'll put horses head in your bed
Dont look him in the eye
or he'll fill ya full of lead
he has a gold plated smile
a stolen credit card
pursed by interpol
hunted by scotland yard
he's the underworld of nightmare's
a gangster devoid of love
pin striped suits
money is his god
with a broad under one arm
and a tommy gun in the other
he'll take your money
steal your girl and take her back to mother
A wannabe gangster
marlon brando he wishes
His ex she wants her child support
Now she's sleeping with...
47 reads
2 Comments
Privatis-Nation
Privis-Nation" By Marcus Cooke And Tom Quinton
For your information...
Privitisation, the death of a nation
killing the NHS without justification
placing profit before health
money before healing
but its not just are wallets
that this goverment is stealing
Privitisation, benefits
the rich and the greedy
alienating the poor the weak
and the needy.
Let me tell you a rumour
the tumour in your humour
about the private monopoly
out to exsploit the consumer
fat cats swim in seas of greed ...
For your information...
Privitisation, the death of a nation
killing the NHS without justification
placing profit before health
money before healing
but its not just are wallets
that this goverment is stealing
Privitisation, benefits
the rich and the greedy
alienating the poor the weak
and the needy.
Let me tell you a rumour
the tumour in your humour
about the private monopoly
out to exsploit the consumer
fat cats swim in seas of greed ...
104 reads
4 Comments
Punk Poetry Double Shot #3 - TV Licance To Kill/MTV Generation
TV licence To Kill/ MTV Generation By Marcus Cooke and Tom Quinton
Act One - Tv Licance To Kill By Marcus Cooke
I just paid for
a tv licance to kill
it was exciting
it wasnt a thrill
£1.45.45 left a horrid taste
in my throat
and a string off disgisting words
to horrid to quote.
Nearly £150 quid to watch
cash in the attic
as i sink in to the arm chair
you can tell my face was ecstatic.
A BBC ident fills the screen
i piss my pants and want to scream
roots sprout from my fingertips
and start to grow...
Act One - Tv Licance To Kill By Marcus Cooke
I just paid for
a tv licance to kill
it was exciting
it wasnt a thrill
£1.45.45 left a horrid taste
in my throat
and a string off disgisting words
to horrid to quote.
Nearly £150 quid to watch
cash in the attic
as i sink in to the arm chair
you can tell my face was ecstatic.
A BBC ident fills the screen
i piss my pants and want to scream
roots sprout from my fingertips
and start to grow...
43 reads
4 Comments
Punk Poetry Double Shot #2 - The Town That Ate Its Own Heart/A Town Called Love And Die
The Town That Ate Its Own Heart By Marcus Cooke/A Town Called Live And Die By Tom Quinton
Side A "The Town That Ate Its Own Heart" By Marcus Cooke
Cold,
The dead sky beats grey
scorched with the smell
of age old rust.
Twenty years ago
This graveyard
Was empty
Now the blind eyes
Of metal corpses
sucks at my feet
Like the clenched
Teeth of a rapid dog.
Some would say
The town was already dead
Its people a collection of ghosts
And faint echos that once
Ruled this golden utopia ...
Side A "The Town That Ate Its Own Heart" By Marcus Cooke
Cold,
The dead sky beats grey
scorched with the smell
of age old rust.
Twenty years ago
This graveyard
Was empty
Now the blind eyes
Of metal corpses
sucks at my feet
Like the clenched
Teeth of a rapid dog.
Some would say
The town was already dead
Its people a collection of ghosts
And faint echos that once
Ruled this golden utopia ...
44 reads
2 Comments
Punk Poetry Double Shot #1 - Seven Miles Of Golden Sand/An Evil Town
7 Miles Of Golden Sand By Tom Quinton/A Evil Town By Marcus Cooke
Side 1 - Seven miles of golden sand By Tom Quinton
With seven miles of golden sand
and a lighthouse on nine legs
Radioactive murky water
and seagulls with two heads
The beach is like quicksand
Like a whore it will swallow you whole
Surrounded by pounds shops,
and tourists on the dole.
With vomit stained pavements
The seagulls eat for free
The high streets like a war zone
In good old Burnham on sea.
Strangers stop in wonder
What sort of place is...
Side 1 - Seven miles of golden sand By Tom Quinton
With seven miles of golden sand
and a lighthouse on nine legs
Radioactive murky water
and seagulls with two heads
The beach is like quicksand
Like a whore it will swallow you whole
Surrounded by pounds shops,
and tourists on the dole.
With vomit stained pavements
The seagulls eat for free
The high streets like a war zone
In good old Burnham on sea.
Strangers stop in wonder
What sort of place is...
39 reads
2 Comments
The Devil's Assassin 1.1 - Good Things Happen To Good People
The Devil's Assasion 1.1 - Good Things Happen To Good People"
By Marcus Cooke
Based on the "Devil's Assassin" Created by Tom Quinton
Before...
Lucy Costello stepped of the well worn greyhound bus
it had taken her 48 hours cross country
in that time she had fell asleep at least 9 times
waking up sat next to 10 different people
an 8 out of 10 times that person had tried to cop a feel
still it was worth it.
Her natural blonde hair
blows freely in the morning air
as a new world opens up in front of her eyes ...
By Marcus Cooke
Based on the "Devil's Assassin" Created by Tom Quinton
Before...
Lucy Costello stepped of the well worn greyhound bus
it had taken her 48 hours cross country
in that time she had fell asleep at least 9 times
waking up sat next to 10 different people
an 8 out of 10 times that person had tried to cop a feel
still it was worth it.
Her natural blonde hair
blows freely in the morning air
as a new world opens up in front of her eyes ...
56 reads
0 Comments
A Cul-De Sac For The Mind
"A Cull De Sac for the mind"
By "Punk Poet Detectives" Tom Quinton and Marcus Cooke
You're a skid mark in my heart
A damaged flux capacitor
A half baked apple Tart
Your eyes they tell a story
You drag your knuckles across the floor
A first class space cadet
A chemical seeking whore
You walk with a swagger
But you stink of defeat
You're a sun dial in the winter
A pube on a toilet seat
A face like a smacked ass
Your Reality you never see
You've got the Samaritans on speed dial
and you sit down to pee
...
By "Punk Poet Detectives" Tom Quinton and Marcus Cooke
You're a skid mark in my heart
A damaged flux capacitor
A half baked apple Tart
Your eyes they tell a story
You drag your knuckles across the floor
A first class space cadet
A chemical seeking whore
You walk with a swagger
But you stink of defeat
You're a sun dial in the winter
A pube on a toilet seat
A face like a smacked ass
Your Reality you never see
You've got the Samaritans on speed dial
and you sit down to pee
...
90 reads
0 Comments
Clicky f**kers
"Clicky Fuckers By Marcus Cooke And Tom Quinton
Here that sound
Tick Tick Ticking
that's the sound of
the clicky fuckers
click click clicking
They lick the brown
from there collective asses
separating the working folk
from the upper classes.
click, click, click,
They suck corporate dick
Financial gain
With every last lick
Their mouths are full of corruption
and their mechanism gone
They trample on the weak
Just to get along
Click, Click, Click,
They never miss a trick
Fooling the masses...
Here that sound
Tick Tick Ticking
that's the sound of
the clicky fuckers
click click clicking
They lick the brown
from there collective asses
separating the working folk
from the upper classes.
click, click, click,
They suck corporate dick
Financial gain
With every last lick
Their mouths are full of corruption
and their mechanism gone
They trample on the weak
Just to get along
Click, Click, Click,
They never miss a trick
Fooling the masses...
72 reads
2 Comments
Sad Manners
"Sad Manners" By Tom Quinton & Marcus Cooke
When you barge through the door
Spare a second For a thought
I'm not the shit on your heel
Or the mess on the floor
Its my duty to inform you
And my pleasure to remind you
That manners don't cost a thing.
When I'm talking to you
The art of conversation is lost
logic goes out the window
No matter the cost
Birds sing while
the cell phone ring
I should remind you that
Manors don't cost a thing.
you eat with your mouth open
your social etiquette
is broken like...
When you barge through the door
Spare a second For a thought
I'm not the shit on your heel
Or the mess on the floor
Its my duty to inform you
And my pleasure to remind you
That manners don't cost a thing.
When I'm talking to you
The art of conversation is lost
logic goes out the window
No matter the cost
Birds sing while
the cell phone ring
I should remind you that
Manors don't cost a thing.
you eat with your mouth open
your social etiquette
is broken like...
81 reads
0 Comments
"We Detect Corruption"
"We Detect Corruption" By Marcus Cooke And Tom Quinton
"In brightest day
in blackest shite
no corruption
shall escape are sight
for those who worship
evils might
beware are power
punk poet detectives might"
To the Tesco's supermarkets
and the corrupt politicians
to the landlords renting
unsuitable living conditions,
we detect corruption
alter your assumption
You think no one was watching?
but we were watching
and we have seen some
very disturbing things,
from cash for questions
to...
"In brightest day
in blackest shite
no corruption
shall escape are sight
for those who worship
evils might
beware are power
punk poet detectives might"
To the Tesco's supermarkets
and the corrupt politicians
to the landlords renting
unsuitable living conditions,
we detect corruption
alter your assumption
You think no one was watching?
but we were watching
and we have seen some
very disturbing things,
from cash for questions
to...
72 reads
2 Comments
"Rustic Pages"
"Rustic Pages" By Tom Quinton And Marcus Cooke
My livers failing
My minds abseiling
Through the past
With a jaundice sky
memories fade and die
They were never meant to last
Centuries of old
Stories forever told
Scribbled in rustic pages
Sunshine burns my skin
My patience wafer thin
My blood boils it rages
in this emerald dawn
I exit where I'm born
I enter a new land
Where some fear to tread
Inside a poets head
and through the pen in his hand
I awake a new man
a man with...
My livers failing
My minds abseiling
Through the past
With a jaundice sky
memories fade and die
They were never meant to last
Centuries of old
Stories forever told
Scribbled in rustic pages
Sunshine burns my skin
My patience wafer thin
My blood boils it rages
in this emerald dawn
I exit where I'm born
I enter a new land
Where some fear to tread
Inside a poets head
and through the pen in his hand
I awake a new man
a man with...
44 reads
0 Comments
"God Bless The Grammer Natzi's"
You will have observed my now, tom and Marcus's complete disregard for grammar and spelling? how they get away with it is anyone's guess? So here presented to you is a poorly constructed "ditty" which some may find controversial others annoying, and some who like us who cant spell and have no concept of grammar will appreciate.
"God Bless The Grammar Nazi's"
By Tom Quinton And Marcus Cooke
God bless the grammar Nazi's
the word elite, Illuminati
you've been pointing
out mistakes,
causing, chaos
teeth clenched
armed with scythes...
"God Bless The Grammar Nazi's"
By Tom Quinton And Marcus Cooke
God bless the grammar Nazi's
the word elite, Illuminati
you've been pointing
out mistakes,
causing, chaos
teeth clenched
armed with scythes...
51 reads
3 Comments
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