Britain’s Breadline Kids We are breeding the next generation Of Britain’s breadline kids. Kids who have nothing but low expectations Kids who know no, they know low, they know how low life goes They know they are the empty at the bottom of their piggybank They know they are the broken Barbie with butchered hairContinue reading “Britain's Breadline Kids”
You said you loved me When we feasted our eyes it was love at first sight I could barely see you with my shitty eyesight And your dodgy white dentures gave me a real fright And we would have looked better in the fog at midnight But you loved me. You said you loved meContinue reading “You Said You Loved Me”
Last night I traipsed over to Hull to my friend’s open mic night ‘Away With Words’. It was a brilliant night, with lots of interesting poetry and prose and some amazing people, including my favourite, a rapping granny. Here’s my performances of ‘Am I a Poet?’ and ‘Working Tax Credit’.