GORDON SAUNDERS Poems

In the dark twisted depths of despair
salamone staggeres into his filthy lair
reeking of opium, whiskey and rum
into his quarters, they looked so glum
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Bog brush, bog brush yer stinking o pee
i wouldne like tae be in your shoes no siree
well i shouldny really say shoes
mare o a stand
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It was either you
Or one or two of the few
without a doubt one of you knew
and of course, it could've been me too
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The harr’s a rollin’ in
From the ocean and far beyond
where the old man sits and hooks his bait
and sits patiently from mornin' tae late
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British politics
we're supposed to get our say
Why the hells our country being ran this way
Black, white, straight or gay
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They're always there causing a fuss
You all know who i mean the neds on the bus
smoking cheap soapbar and shouting so loud
i really bet their parents are o so proud
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