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“America Is A Gun
England is a cup of tea.
France, a wheel of ripened brie.
Greece, a short, squat olive tree.
America is a gun.
Brazil is football on the sand.
Argentina, Maradona's hand.
Germany, an oompah band.
America is a gun.
Holland is a wooden shoe.
Hungary, a goulash stew.
Australia, a kangaroo.
America is a gun.
Japan is a thermal spring.
Scotland is a highland fling.
Oh, better to be anything
than America as a gun.”
―
England is a cup of tea.
France, a wheel of ripened brie.
Greece, a short, squat olive tree.
America is a gun.
Brazil is football on the sand.
Argentina, Maradona's hand.
Germany, an oompah band.
America is a gun.
Holland is a wooden shoe.
Hungary, a goulash stew.
Australia, a kangaroo.
America is a gun.
Japan is a thermal spring.
Scotland is a highland fling.
Oh, better to be anything
than America as a gun.”
―
“Morrissey was filled
with sudden self-doubt
as he shut his fridge door;
did the light never go out?”
― You Took the Last Bus Home: The Poems of Brian Bilston
with sudden self-doubt
as he shut his fridge door;
did the light never go out?”
― You Took the Last Bus Home: The Poems of Brian Bilston
“REFUGEES
They have no need of our help
So do not tell me
These haggard faces could belong to you or me
Should life have dealt a different hand
We need to see them for who they really are
Chancers and scroungers
Layabouts and loungers
With bombs up their sleeves
Cut-throats and thieves
They are not
Welcome here
We should make them
Go back to where they came from
They cannot
Share our food
Share our homes
Share our countries
Instead let us
Build a wall to keep them out
It is not okay to say
These are people just like us
A place should only belong to those who are born there
Do not be so stupid to think that
The world can be looked at another way
(now read from bottom to top)”
―
They have no need of our help
So do not tell me
These haggard faces could belong to you or me
Should life have dealt a different hand
We need to see them for who they really are
Chancers and scroungers
Layabouts and loungers
With bombs up their sleeves
Cut-throats and thieves
They are not
Welcome here
We should make them
Go back to where they came from
They cannot
Share our food
Share our homes
Share our countries
Instead let us
Build a wall to keep them out
It is not okay to say
These are people just like us
A place should only belong to those who are born there
Do not be so stupid to think that
The world can be looked at another way
(now read from bottom to top)”
―
“With the aid of a mid-morning Twix, I attempted to coax my brain into thinking about the report I’m supposed to be putting together for Janice. It has the working title of “Re-solutioning the Brand: from Customer Dissension to Retention”. I have yet to start it, mainly for the reason that I don’t really know what it means.”
― Diary of a Somebody
― Diary of a Somebody
“An awful night’s sleep. Another ghastly dream to destroy the night and haunt the day to come. I have been dragging the ghost of it around with me all day.”
― Diary of a Somebody
― Diary of a Somebody
“you took
the last bus home
don’t know how
you got it through the door
you’re always doing amazing stuff
like the time
you caught that train”
― You Took the Last Bus Home
the last bus home
don’t know how
you got it through the door
you’re always doing amazing stuff
like the time
you caught that train”
― You Took the Last Bus Home
“Because
– did I mention this? –
you’ll be there when I get home.”
― Let Sleeping Cats Lie - Pet Poems: a very funny poetry collection, the perfect gift for animal lovers
– did I mention this? –
you’ll be there when I get home.”
― Let Sleeping Cats Lie - Pet Poems: a very funny poetry collection, the perfect gift for animal lovers
“my feet were killing me.”
― You Took the Last Bus Home: The Poems of Brian Bilston
― You Took the Last Bus Home: The Poems of Brian Bilston
