Submissions by Punkpoetdetectives
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"Uncanny Yes-Men
Uncanny Yes -Men
By Marcus Cooke And Tom Quinton
Eye to the sky
only say no when you die
wanker bankers
say yes then leave
you high and dry.
yes men smile
the fat cats gloat
i bet they feel snug
in a double fur lined coat.
MP'S pocket a pay rise
recommended by a independent body
the yes men strike again
fucking over everybody
Where yes means no
and no means maybe
where corrupt politicians
lick your ass and kiss
your baby's
The uncanny yes men
have a x-factor for
corruption
which ticks the boxes...
By Marcus Cooke And Tom Quinton
Eye to the sky
only say no when you die
wanker bankers
say yes then leave
you high and dry.
yes men smile
the fat cats gloat
i bet they feel snug
in a double fur lined coat.
MP'S pocket a pay rise
recommended by a independent body
the yes men strike again
fucking over everybody
Where yes means no
and no means maybe
where corrupt politicians
lick your ass and kiss
your baby's
The uncanny yes men
have a x-factor for
corruption
which ticks the boxes...
45 reads
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"Home Is Where The Heart Is"
Tea bags
and flea bags
and the stench
of a litter tray
mouse traps
and fanny flaps
and I Drink
my blues away
Sewer pipes
crazy nights
Itching from head
to toe
Joss sticks
and lunatics
Now I'm stuck
WIth no place to go
Frying pans
FInacial plans
Credit cards maxed
To the limit
Yoga moves
New age groves
You gotta be in it
To win it
Carpet stains
and period pains
This place it stinks
of piss
Dirty dishes
False wishes
Home is where
The heart is
Re-location, location...
and flea bags
and the stench
of a litter tray
mouse traps
and fanny flaps
and I Drink
my blues away
Sewer pipes
crazy nights
Itching from head
to toe
Joss sticks
and lunatics
Now I'm stuck
WIth no place to go
Frying pans
FInacial plans
Credit cards maxed
To the limit
Yoga moves
New age groves
You gotta be in it
To win it
Carpet stains
and period pains
This place it stinks
of piss
Dirty dishes
False wishes
Home is where
The heart is
Re-location, location...
56 reads
0 Comments
"What Poetry Means To Us"
"What Poetry Means To Us"
By Tom Quinton And Marcus Cooke (Punk Poet Detectives)
Where the flags
of Imagination Fly
like beacons to the call
Where words of wisdom linger
like a graffitied stained wall
Sign of the times
Where dogs they cock the legs
A poets soul,
his passion His words inside your head
Generations to come
Don't be afraid,
pick up your pen
Vent your anger
your feelings Cleanse your soul again and again
Poetry is fun Poetry is raw
Theres no boundaries,
no Restrictions
No fucking written law...
By Tom Quinton And Marcus Cooke (Punk Poet Detectives)
Where the flags
of Imagination Fly
like beacons to the call
Where words of wisdom linger
like a graffitied stained wall
Sign of the times
Where dogs they cock the legs
A poets soul,
his passion His words inside your head
Generations to come
Don't be afraid,
pick up your pen
Vent your anger
your feelings Cleanse your soul again and again
Poetry is fun Poetry is raw
Theres no boundaries,
no Restrictions
No fucking written law...
51 reads
4 Comments
"Down In Highbridge Train Station At Midnight
Down in Highbridge Train Station at Midnight” By Tom Quinton and Marcus Cooke
Chips papers skate across the street
Puddles of vomit fester at my feet
Shadows of loneliness
try to push me back
The town sheds a tear
as the train rolls down the track.
A nightmare,
a bad trip rolled into one
Fear sticks in my mind
like decaying bubble gum
The stench of death
blood on the tracks
The corpses of dead kittens
lie still, upright in there sacks.
Street lights flicker,
Madness in their eyes
Full of dirty secrets, and...
Chips papers skate across the street
Puddles of vomit fester at my feet
Shadows of loneliness
try to push me back
The town sheds a tear
as the train rolls down the track.
A nightmare,
a bad trip rolled into one
Fear sticks in my mind
like decaying bubble gum
The stench of death
blood on the tracks
The corpses of dead kittens
lie still, upright in there sacks.
Street lights flicker,
Madness in their eyes
Full of dirty secrets, and...
40 reads
0 Comments
Evidently Tribute Time
"Evidently Tribute Time" By Punk Poet Detectives
With your skinny black suit
and wild hair
and your crazy shades
with words like blades
lyrical mineral
man with a plan
behold the ballistic
sniggering of
the word bullet champ
putting punk poetry
on the musical map
a bouncing ball of energy
suspended on a pendulum
they should add your works
to the national curriculum
wielding word balloons
like juggling air
a master of poetic warfare
every word said and shot with care
with your x-ray specs
you see...
With your skinny black suit
and wild hair
and your crazy shades
with words like blades
lyrical mineral
man with a plan
behold the ballistic
sniggering of
the word bullet champ
putting punk poetry
on the musical map
a bouncing ball of energy
suspended on a pendulum
they should add your works
to the national curriculum
wielding word balloons
like juggling air
a master of poetic warfare
every word said and shot with care
with your x-ray specs
you see...
63 reads
0 Comments
The Devil Assassin
The Devil's Assassin" By Punk Poet Detectives
He stands at a crossroads
Beaten black and blue
Done a deal with the devil
Now he's coming for you.
Under control of a mystical spell
Hotter than a call girl
in the flames of hell
In this great land,
you reap what you sow
Battle your demons toe to toe
Now he's suited and booted,
stalking his prey
Fighting his urges
to keep them at bay
A mad mother fucker,
Like a pit bull on speed
He travels through time,
planting his evil seed
Thunder cracks in the sky above...
He stands at a crossroads
Beaten black and blue
Done a deal with the devil
Now he's coming for you.
Under control of a mystical spell
Hotter than a call girl
in the flames of hell
In this great land,
you reap what you sow
Battle your demons toe to toe
Now he's suited and booted,
stalking his prey
Fighting his urges
to keep them at bay
A mad mother fucker,
Like a pit bull on speed
He travels through time,
planting his evil seed
Thunder cracks in the sky above...
100 reads
0 Comments
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