poem from a dreamer

[happyfish]

Sailor’s tale


I ride the ocean’s roller coaster
with hope of foreign land.
25 days of writing songs and poems
Will they offer me their hand.

Some wine and some bread
Will do me just fine.
I’ll sit and watch the stars,
On land lost in time.

I heard the skies are filled with song.
And the fisherman sings in rhyme,
and the harbour comes to life
When the sun starts its climb.

If an old man tells me a story
I'll tell him one of mine.
it will be of all-night shops tower blocks and 24-hour crime.

Cos we got 50-hour weeks and retirement just a dream.
Then there’s keeping up with the Jones’s
If you know what I mean.

There’s TV shopping and soaps Which are coming from our ears
We got opra ester kilroy
And couch potato queers

That’s why its nice to see the faces
of the people From the place’s
Of the land’s stuck in time.


sorry for any bad grammer im fik


<hr width=100% size=1>Sunset smells of Dinner I Must end my tales see you the next quiet place
I furl my sails

 

[angelsson]

Bad grammer or no, your poems sums up many ways our 'geen and pleasant' land is becoming less so ( reams more could be added to the way our lifestyles are being corroded) day by day, and the dream to escape to more pleasing climes being fulfiilled by more and more of those sick and tired of what the UK has become. Puttin the 'Great' back in Britain is farther away than ever.

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