Did you hear about my friend

Did you hear about my friend today.
He lost his most important part.
Though he has his mouth they say.
Each word a poison dart.
And yet he has both eyes to see.
Just how they make their mark.
Did you hear about my friend today.
Inside he has no heart.

Rumours from the street

Once upon a time in a dark cold place
I used to hear a voice that seemed awful two-faced
It would say these strange things that would lack conviction
Far-fetched tales proclaiming them as non-fiction
That in mind; it’s time for yous to leave
Consider these evictions for the poor depictions of just how cruel life can really be
If things get any worse, we’ll all be on our knees
Knees, please; I never did believe
The rhetoric, gossip
The rumours from the street

Delusions in the mind, just a rumour from the street
Rhetoric, gossip, rumours from the street.

Delusions in my mind, just a rumour from the street
Rhetoric, gossip, rumours from the street.

Now this ones called, wait; I don’t know
I don’t have skills, I don’t have flow
I’ve thirty-three years yet i’m still unknown
There goes another secret that I swore i’d never show
Still i’ve grown, i’m older and wiser
Ambitions with life to get much higher
To maybe start the family or even get the wife
The sort of stuff I had around me
That’s the tragedy of time
I used to spend mine searching for a sign
I’d look at other people, apply my judgement to their lives
I turn back to myself, you know what I find
Another loser piece of trash with delusion in the mind!

Delusions in the mind, just a rumour from the street
Rhetoric, gossip, rumours from the street.

Delusions in my mind, just a rumour from the street
Rhetoric, gossip, rumours from the street.

Delusions in my mind, just a rumour from the street
Rhetoric, gossip, rumours from the street.

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©gretlfeesonpoetry

Open your eyes

There was fear
Before there was love
I’ve experienced all the others
Still, don’t ask about trust
As I open my eyes
I surely must try
I’ll finish here
Say goodbye
Then go home and cry

It’s just lies for lies
It’s our job to go pry
I want your names
Your numbers
All your reasons for why
Most live in disguise
No-one on the rise
There’s little or no sentiment
We need to open our eyes

Look, here are my reasons
The name’s Gretl Feeson
And today i’ll be speaking
About war and combat
Take Syria to start
They’re gassing civilians
Tearing families apart
Then what of Iraq
Isis attacks
These problems and acts
Make world powers react
Retract! Retract!
Those statements aren’t facts
Another loser piece of trash
I have no problems with that

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©gretlfeesonpoetry

Maybe

Maybe this is hell
Maybe this is heaven
Maybe it’s a glimpse inside
The souls we’ve all been given
Maybe it’s forbidden
Knowledge while we’re living
Maybe it’s a game we play
Maybe someone’s kidding

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©gretlfeesonpoetry

Pest

Are we alone to face up to lives test
A pest like the rest
All competing for best
I detest all this mess
So I make up the rest
The cheek to suggest
We stand up and protest

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©gretlfeesonpoetry

 

Under our skin

Lifes obscene
It always has been
For better or worse
Here we’re still standin’
There are many many others
Always flirting with sin
I’m really only here for the thrill of the win
So when you all come in
Place your tongues in the bin
I’m not even kiddin’ here’s a knife to begin
I’ll even get a phone ‘n’ get an ambulance ready
I always feel so nervous when I sound this unsteady
Already one grins
Blood drips from their chin
It’s obvious such problems
Haunt us under our skin

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©gretlfeesonpoetry

Ashamed

How long do I walk
These hills getting steeper
My mind getting clearer
Delve deeper and deeper
My soul and my heart
You’ve picked them apart
Can’t find all the pieces
Ashamed

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©gretlfeesonpoetry