Fat club My tummy was hanging like a butcher’s apron My arse was saggy like an old bin bag My tits were touching my belly button And my chin was wobbling like an old, sad hag. So I decided to go to Fat Club. I walked through the door to be greeted by Ladies ofContinue reading “Fat Club”
The queen came to live in my street The queen came to live in my street last week The queen came to live in my street. The Royal family were forced from their luxury pad For their opulence made the public hopping mad They were going to send them to Stalingrad But now they’re slummingContinue reading “The Queen Came to Live in My Street Last Week”
I live on a council estate where there is a lot of poverty. I love it here and the people inspire me to write social commentary poetry. Here’s a poem I wrote about my street. 5 a.m. The street is peaceful, Sleeping Dreaming of Collecting their benefits Buying a six pack of Carling Having aContinue reading “5 a.m.”
Am I a Poet? Am I a poet? Do the words that flow in book or on screen Reflect dramatic emotions that go unseen? Does my happiness make you smile? Do you bare your satisfied teeth like a hungry crocodile? Do my words of suicide hanging in the air like a cloud of despair DestroyContinue reading “Am I a Poet?”
It was nice
The Saturday tea.
Family sitting around the living room
Scraps of greasy newspaper balanced on our knee
Last week’s news saturated in chip fat
This week’s wellbeing, the cholesterol it’s enemy.
Scraps of batter, vinegar, swimming in a sea of mushy pea
A battered sausage promising dancing tastebuds
A haddock resplendent in its crispy, greasy coat
Chips golden like they’d been deep fried by the sun
Cuisine like nirvana, sliding deliciously down my nostalgic throat.