THE SOUND OF SIDEMOOR
and a small voice for the people
WHY AM I HERE?
The older I get, the more filled with regret, the less I respect, this society we neglect. So as a sign of repsect to some veiws derelect. I leave you these tomes, for you to scorn or accept.
WHY ARE YOU HERE?
If you hang to the left
Can’t settle down to rest
Because our world is bereft
Of a future……..
Join our club!
POEMS
Note To Self
I have always been
A bad lad
Starting fights,
Getting mad.
I would turn to fists
Out of frustration
At our families
Dire situation
Raised by mum
She was a quiet the Saint
Looked after us
She was fucking great
So why have I
Become this man
Destructive choices
A driving ban?
I don’t even
have the excuse
That many of us here do
It’s dad’s fault
I am fucked
And it’s all because
of you!
Cuz……
It’s not that I had
A bad dad
He went through life
Eyes always sad
Leave for work
Each day
Brows of filled
With scorn
Not a glance to
Me or mum
He would
Sell his soul
To make a buck
He could sell feathers
To a duck
He would forgo
All life’s pleasure
He often tried to reuse rizlas
All of this so we could eat
Educated, working
Out from his feet
But then……….
Increased fuel prices
Increase at the shops
His growing family needs
It never stops
His monthly bonus
Fails right off
Credit cards
Loans
Till they dry up
……..
This is all too much
For dear old pops
He is squeezed and squeezed
Till all his juice has dropped
Then finally……
He gets a fleeting moment
All alone
We find him hanging
A heartfelt note
But wasn’t just my dad
hanging there
A rope
In his garage
No one there
A chair
The last rock
In his despair
One kick
One thrust
No longer there….
But dads…….
There are thousands of us
Dealing with the same despair
Please talk
before you go there
You have to know
we love you still
It was those greedy bastards
That made you ill
We have only one life
the only one
we have the right to kill
Please, Dads!….
This must get to you in time
You have to overlook
my childishness rhymes
In reading this, I cry
can’t keep in time
But please know
You are the only
and still mine
Children really really
Need a dad
Not the current TickToc fad
Or the latest fucking phone
Just hug
Send Someone they can call
THERE OWN
So when your thinking all is lost
All alone
Tying knots
Remember it’s not
AT ALL
about you
It’s those little fuckers that need you too
So whatever life can throw at you
You have a duty to see it through
I really
really
Hope you do!!
Just Call me 🤙
Men Are Shite
In this country
Before breeding
Do think bout
Whom your seeding
Does this woman
have a stable home
Or was she often
Left alone
Because if the latter
Does ring true
She may not share
Her kids, with you
No longer want
To be a wife
Make accusations
Destroy your life
She may choose
To turn
And turn
And turn
The knife
On you and your family
Just telling lies
Words like.
Paedophile, Alcoholic
Should bear no weight
Without truth
upon it
But in a court
when you’re a man
It all plays a part
In her cruel plan
To ruin you
take your shit
Possibly
For the thrill of it
In this land
She will win
Our legal system,
Is broken
Its, not the fault
Of your wife..
Or mine…
The fault is with me…..
The fault is….
MAN kind!!!
Why is this?
I hear you lads cry
It’s all you dad’s
who waved goodbye
It’s all the father’s
that didn’t care
Left your kids waiting
Bags packed
On the stairs
Just grateful
To be at the pub
Friends, beer,
Lots of grub
In the arms
Of some young hussy
Gamble, drink or fight
You pussy
Cuz there is a child
Who needs a dad
Not a fighter or a lad
When you’re out late
On sniff with Hoes
I hope you impress
all your bros
Missing court dates
And visitations
Whats Child care
When it’s
The 6 nations…..
But just a few dads
Don’t care for this
I am not saying
We don’t like getting
On the piss
What I am saying is
we love our kids too
But our courts are bias
Because of you!
When a real father tries to fight
We’re destined to lose
Because men are shite.
Jesus is Just Profit
Our family don’t do Christmas
Or even boxing day
We know it’s not traditional
But we do prefer to live this way
We know celebrating on the twenty fifth
is usually the norm
Because of some old fairy tale
about when the son of God was born
Its not that we don’t believe this nonsense
and quite frankly who would
It’s because this national holiday can cause more harm than good.
The capitalist have moved in
hijacked the festive season
I am sure I don’t have to explain to you
there greedy little reason
Family debts that run sky high
An unnecessary pressure to provide
Plastic tat with no real worth,
Advertisements tell us to line a supermarkets purse
On this iceberg of a holiday
Offensive spending
dispite what most say
Is only just the pinnacle
of a culture trying to divide
Those have not
from those who decide
For many folk left all alone
3 days a prisoner in there own home
No one to pull a cracker with
Or to open the door to the fridge
Have you ever seen a turkey to feed one
Or tried unwrapping presents when you have non
Perhaps this year you feel unstable
being forced to sit round a table
With collegues recounting family pleasure
As if we all can live life this of leasure
For some of us we dont have a choice
Astrangened from kids where’s our voice
For the lonely and the depressed this can all be far to much
So please this year my Christmas wish
Is to ask you all to stop it
Beacuae dispite our best intentions
Jesus is just profit
Re: LETTER TO THE PM (Whichever twat it is this week)
The people x
TUNES
A NATIONS LAST LAMENT
A NATIONS LAST LAMENT
PLAY ME 😉
FALLING
FEATURING P.VINNY
FALLING. ft p.vinny
Autumn sun fades
Autumn sun fades
You have Reached Rock Bottom
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let me know if you can sing!
