Day IN Court/Criminal Sense

My walls are in need of a paint job But I have a mental health problem Common sense? Criminals sense Pull one off over his eyes He won’t care, he’s blind to the makeup of a shopping list Sees problems, has got no gift Like what I have guv’nor Burn your lawyer’s letter until it’sContinue reading “Day IN Court/Criminal Sense”


Early Morning

It’s three am and I am buzzing. The kitchen stands barely a testament to living on the edge of normality. One or two people have food in the cupboards. Others stand bare like Eastern Block shops during the cold war. Fruit is a rare gold, cake even more so. Fresh meat for the elite proletariatContinue reading “Early Morning”