Hunger Pangs

Empty fingers empty hands

Body wracked by hunger pangs

Children play upon the sands

And your mam goes hungry in Geordieland

Get a job the papers say

As if three pass us everyday

We work as if it’s Groundhog Day

All we ask is living pay

See living pay brings living hope

That we won’t end up choked on this bloody rope

That ties our children to us and us to our jobs

And our hopes and dreams to the ground

Making love on the dinner table

It's a Wednesday night, and I'm about to make love on the dinner table
I lick my lips in preparation, concentrating to prevent premature...perspiration
It’s getting harder but I'm good at waiting
I won't just shove it in like some prehistoric ape thing
I'm able to control myself, to take it slow

She's something I'd like to get to know
Does she smell like angels ought to smell I wouldn't know
But it’s hot as hell as down she goes
I've found the perfect mean between big and thin
There's meat there I can get my teeth into
but not so much that I feel guilty as sin
For shouting 'The British are coming!'
In this American Pie

In Case of Emergency

I remember when me mam told me

How I’m rubber and you’re glue

But I would never dream that would turn out to mean

I’m just a rebound for you

The sort of fool who’s just a tool

For you to do whatever you want to

You break the glass yeah we get some ass

But we’re cast aside when you’re through

At me best a can abide what happened to me in the past but

Sometimes I cannit hide the cuts you made when you broke the glass

However

If you set a test I’ll pass it, not the best like but I’ll crack it

See I know what I am and I know what I’m good for

And if you use this tool then you’ll get what you pay for

I always endeavour to be better than whatever you came from

Just make sure you let me know if in the morn you’re gonna be gone

Bankers

A poem about Bankers. Or vaginas

Bankers are funny aren't they, no two are quite alike.
I've seen clean shaven bankers all business suits and ties
I've seen some glammed up with jewellery looking pretty fucking fly
I've seen old ones and young ones, fat ones and thin
I saw a banker with a beard so big I swear he didn't have a chin

And choosing the right bank's difficult. I could be loyal to my bank
Make a deposit and watch my interest rates grow, a reward for the good investment of my time
But how do you know if you're getting the best deal if you don't shop around
Moving from one introductory deal to the next before you get stuck with a fine
But I'll tell you this no matter what there's always a line

People judge you by your bank. I can get away with Wonga.com down here
But I wouldn't dream of going home with anything less than NatWest
Barclays maybe, Lloyds TSB at a push
All the while keeping my cash for gold hush hush

Aye that's another thing about banks
It’s all about being on the down low with the lip service
Not complaining like it gets you places and the service you get in return is superb
But, some banks are so corrupt its detestable
And I have to sit with a straight face going Mmm delectable

If you do complain though they threaten to cut you off
And with the size of the queue behind its clear they don't need you
Times are hard at the minute, a lot of bankers aren't doing business
With no loans how do you start your company and without one it’s gonna be a bloody cold Christmas

There are ways around this
Though the nuts will say you're not right in the head
If you don't want to get into bed with the bankers
Become a communist instead

My first Breath

For an old friend

Take a breath, do you feel it? Going in through your nose and out through your mouth
I can't, I can't feel it what's going on?
My day wasn't that bad but I wanted to take the edge off
Now I'm looking down at me on the ground, my friends are all around
A hand touches my shoulder, I turn and let out a sound

Well I would if my lungs had air in but we've covered that
What I see is a woman dressed all in black
No hood no scythe but she's got a smile that cuts like a knife
She holds out her hand I want to run for my life
She takes hold and we walk into the light

I'm sitting on a park bench. The woman's gone
She said take a seat, there's someone you need to meet
Ye fatha's here for your meet and greet
Me fatha's name is Pete

Baby is that you? Why are you here so young?
I'm not supposed to see you for many a setting sun
I have so many questions, how's your mother how's your brother?
Did you come here free and single, or fleeing the love of another?

Yeah well I have questions too Pete, why the fuck'd you have to go?
You know sometimes I blame myself I've never felt so low
I always was a daddy's girl you were my fucking world
But now I'm here because you said to never, ever hurl

The drugs are in my system, me brain is on the fritz
I'm dying on me bathroom floor I couldn't give two shits
I didn't mean for this to happen but I found that now it has
That I'm happy to be out of that fucking fleshy Alcatraz

I'm sorry I sound angry, it’s just a shock you see
I love you dad there's no one else with whom I'd spend eternity

It's been so nice to see you, now listen to my pleas
Know that I'll always love you, but now you have to leave

Daddy don't you want me, please don't make me leave
Come on and stay beside me, daddy daddy please

It’s not that I don't love you, but now is not your time
Go back and live your life pet, please know that I lived mine
I know it’s hard without me, your heart is full of longing
Your part is not yet over, the show is still ongoing

I'm always watching over, that's me blowing in the leafs, can you feel it?

As my friends watched over, they blew life into me
I never started living until I died a death
And I'll always remember the day of my first breath