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[Robert Neville]

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[Robert Neville]

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[Kewpie]

You've forgotten those:

http://forums.morrissey-solo.com/showthread.php?t=74655

http://forums.morrissey-solo.com/showthread.php?t=79868

[Robert Neville]

You've forgotten those:

http://forums.morrissey-solo.com/showthread.php?t=74655

http://forums.morrissey-solo.com/showthread.php?t=79868

I havent finished yet!!


oooh and well done for getting to 10,000

[the judge]

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Rob

[the judge]

Have you ever thought about singing your poems?

[Robert Neville]

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Rob

helllllllllllllllllo

Have you ever thought about singing your poems?

I would if I could

[the judge]

helllllllllllllllllo





I would if I could

I'm sure you can

[Robert Neville]

I'm sure you can

I sound like erm posh spice...

[the judge]

I'm a musician, I'm not Marr.
I need someone to sing to good lyrics

[Robert Neville]

I'm a musician, I'm not Marr.
I need someone to sing to good lyrics

I'll give it a bash if you want

[the judge]

I'll give it a bash if you want

that's fine

(i've already tried to do that with the user called albion, i sent him a track and he wrote some lyrics, but he never sent me the track back with his vocals on it.)

[Robert Neville]

that's fine

(i've already tried to do that with the user called albion, i sent him a track and he wrote some lyrics, but he never sent me the track back with his vocals on it.)

well I cant promise anything! but i will try...

[left out]

Thanks for sharing Robert Neville. I particularly liked "What if we stopped".

[Robert Neville]

Thanks for sharing Robert Neville. I particularly liked "What if we stopped".

thank you, thank you, thank you

[little stripey socks]

I wouldn't mind posting a poem, as long as I'm not treading on yr toes Robert

I liked 'confessions'... maybe liked is the wrong word, but there was sympathy and understanding...

[Robert Neville]

I wouldn't mind posting a poem, as long as I'm not treading on yr toes Robert

I liked 'confessions'... maybe liked is the wrong word, but there was sympathy and understanding...

please post a poem, I have no toes for you to tread on

[Robert Neville]

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[Robert Neville]

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[little stripey socks]

please post a poem, I have no toes for you to tread on

thankyou this is called 'caravan park'


So I left the caravan park
Run by gypsies
4 brothers
Who hate each other

Dogs chained up by my caravan, howling
Roosters chained up, clucking and fighting
Shit everywhere
Dog shit, chicken shit, horse shit
Horseshit

My neighbour
An alcoholic man in his early fifties
Divorcee, gay, in denial
Rows with the bald girl
From caravan 5
Who's been in the institution
Sectioned for 5 years

They row every nite and
Into the morning
Drunk on cheap cider
And her on the medication

Sometimes she shares my bed
For sleep
She can't sleep in her own bed
Because of the spiders
Crawling all over her
Mind-spiders
I think we understand each other

The alcoholic guy
Half his sentences
End with a threat

"I'm telling yer, Val"
(He calls me Val)
"Tek her home"
(He doesn't know
I have no home)
"But I'm tellin yer
I'm warnin yer, Val
Watch yer back
She'll hit yer
With anything she's got
No word of a lie
Hide yer knives
Oh yeah
She'll stab yer in the back
When yer not lookin
I'm not jokin

& he says
"Tek her home, Val
But I'm tellin yer
If you hurt her
I'll fuckin kill yer"

& he says
"I've bent over backwards
To help that girl
But I'm not jokin, I tell yer
Enough's enough

But if anybody hurt her
No word of a lie
I'd fuckin kill them,
I'm not jokin"
& he drinks some more cider
& rolls a fag

& then he says to her
"Yer a nutter
Yer a fuckin nutter
Who're yer talkin to?
There's nobody there
Will yer just fuckin shut up?
I'm not jokin
I've fuckin had enough of this shit"

One nite
She smashes his head
With a glass ashtray,
Drawing blood,
Pisses on his sofa
Then phones the Social
Services to come
& take her away again
Me, I got no-one to phone

No gas
No hot water
No cooker
Broken windows
No toilet seat
Roof leaks when it rains
Mushrooms growing in the bathroom

The cockerels drive me crazy
I hear them crowing
All day from dawn
& they are saying
"Motherfucka
Unchain me"
Which is what the dogs are saying
Too

I don't know what I did
But everywhere I go
I become the bad guy
The first to leave
My face in disgrace
Last nite I dreamt of
A gang of gypsies
Beating on a group of people
With sticks

They hit Kate Moss
For taking cocaine
Knocked her to the ground
"Not on the face"
She cried
"I'm a model"
As they knock out a tooth
And I know I am next

The dogs tear each other apart, howling
2 bitches chained together
So they can't get more than
3ft apart
The Alsation bites
The boxer's head
I get no sleep

They get fed biskits
They are never walked
They are lying in their own shit
I stopped going to see them
Cos they jump up
And cover my clothes
With shit from their claws
They are 5ft from my
Bedroom window
I get no sleep

Dogs in cages, & the gyspy children
Beat on the bars with a baseball bat
To make them mad

Gypsies-
They breed the cocks
For cockfighting
They attach razors to their
Claws, and cheer
As they tear the shit
Out of each other
That's entertainment

Breeding machines
The Alsation pups
Are worth £500 each
American Reds the
Same, small birds in
Cages will fetch £700
It's all a case of
Finding
The right buyer

I know my landlord
Will try to cheat me
Out of my deposit
Landlords!
Grab what you can
When the deal ends

Dogs on chains
Chickens on chains
Horses
On chains
Birds in cages
Dogs in cages
All screaming

Humans in cages

I said "I can't sleep-
It's me
Or the rooster"
And my gyspy landlord
Said "it's you"
And then tried to cheat me
On the amount of notice
I had to give

And then I knew
I was just another animal
Being farmed
For money