Break The Binds

[U][B]Break The Binds[/B][/U]

Forgotten are the days when life was more understood,
The days when everything was to be just as it should,
Back then life itself was the one main drug of thrill,
Everyone knew their Math and everyone had a skill,

Oh to get those days back, the times that we have lost,
Where living was worth it and at no extra bloody cost,
When nobody was taxed on the air that they breathe,
And the media left people alone in peace to grieve,

When kids ran the streets but the windows remained intact,
Where there were no ASBO's and less gun and knife attacks,
When politicians actually did something instead of steal our cash,
When we had real foods, no processed stuff, -none of that instant 'Smash',

Teach our kids to love and allow them to stand tall,
Teach the young some respect, and help them when they fall,
Educate the ignorant to the worldly ways,
And lets try to live in harmony, the rest of our given days,

When times are harsh we feel as if we can not make things work,
But don't write to your local parliamentary member-he's likely just a jerk,
He won't help you unless theres a penny in it for him,
He isn't short of a pound or two, his pockets are never thin,

While you can sit starving or jobless and poor,
He drives his treasured Ferarri car and leaves you at the door,
He'll nod and say he'll fix things, he will even notice-board it,
But his intention is to forget it, and leave you in the sh*t,

So in troubled times and harder days rely upon yourself,
And forget silly matters as money, for love is the important wealth,
Smile because it shines and thank it when it rains,
Remove from your life the strife, and break the binding chains.

Language Warning*




I went to the bar to buy me a beer,

And who did I see and what did I hear?

I saw a goblin serve up the drink,

He laughed at me and then he blinked,



‘What’ll it be?’ He asked to me,

I scratched my head and thought then said,

‘I’ll have a Guinness if that’s okay,

I just don’t fancy anything else today,’



He nodded and poured it fresh to the glass,

And told me in Irish to kiss his arse,

I thought he was joking but he looked very stern,

So I did as he said-Well I had money to burn,



He turned into a tiny little elf,

Who then took my money and put it on the shelf,

He had a bold laugh considering his size,

And small though he was, he was still wise,



We talked for hours of magical things,

And all the wishes he could bring,

But I was wiser to not take him up,

Of his offerings of a wish or his luck,



I know these Goblins very well,

They are very naughty if you can’t tell,

They will trick you and laugh and roll on the floor,

They’ll torment you ‘til you’re out of the door,



‘Cause the Goblins of the bar rule this Inn,

And they’re full of Charm but guilty as sin,

So drink up your beer, say ‘Slainte’ and cheer,

Go home before Dark, because the Goblins are near!

[sukisue]

were on earth do you find this rubbish pmsl honestly

Well I thought[I] even you[/I] Sukisue would have figured out the obvious. lol Plank. Vomit bag dear? I have more!

[sultry]

i dont mind a poem but needs to be great to keep me reading on if they are long like these ones