Michael Moorcroft

He’s stolen my looks,
And read all my books,
He’s stolen my clothes,
Yes the basics too!
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When the lights go out,
They grab their knives,
They sneak about,
And snuff out lives.
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Your bodies up for rent,
It’s been a tough day,
All your dollars have been spent,
You best be on your way.
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Craters’ looked at the moon,
Soldiers watched the mud,
They all died too soon,
And the earth was now their blood.
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Driving down the highway,
In her brand new Porsche,
Big sunglasses on,
Her silk scarf blowing in the wind.
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I want to dig in Egypt,
To find in the sand,
A long forgotten crypt,
Buried in the ancient land.
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I have my secrets,
That I will not tell,
For they are mine,
That I would not sell.
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It started at nine o’clock,
Went on into the night,
Music boomed in every room,
The place looked a sight.
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I read this book,
It made me look,
At things I never saw.
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I like to be different,
I like to be odd,
I say what is meant,
And I can be a sod.
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The wild wind,
Whipped her face,
As she quickened the pace,
Sorry that she had sinned,
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It started in the class room,
A rubber band hit the wrong target,
The chav it hit stood up and began to boom,
At the prep shooter, who began to fret.
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It sat there,
Perched upon its chair,
And tried to make a lunge at me,
I backed with sudden care.
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You always wanted to be with me,
But I really need my space,
I like to feel that I’m free,
I don’t always want to see your face.
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Dedicated to Beth

I’m sorry I abandoned you,
In your hour of need,
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Dedicated to Joan Moorcroft.

They were in a small plastic bag,
There were six of them painted green,
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I wished to a be prince,
Though this dream has faded since.

I’d grab the blue bath jug,
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Yes I take the supplements,
My best friend the cod liver oil,
Promise me good hair and nails,
I never obtain the compliments.
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She ploughed through the sky,
With her 1.8 engine broom,
And put her foot down and screamed ‘oh my! ’
A nitrogen tank was fitted for that extra zoom.
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The streets were empty,
The windows were shut,
The roads too small,
The buildings like huts.
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