Dean Bottomlley Poems

William Jones, aged just six
Got himself in a awful fix.
Found he could not join in fun.
As all the time his nose would run.
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I have a date, and boy she's hot.
Oh my god I've got a spot!
Will she look and see I care
Or see the zit and simply stare?
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Dad is on his mobile.
Mum is on her phone.
That is all they ever do.
Out and when at home.
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The cozy feel of Christmas still lingers in the air
Though tree and present wrappings are long gone to the tip.
Some gifts were very welcome, but other cast aside.
A Simpson mug that's awful, a tie you can't abide.
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Damien Smith, a quiet boy
Had found himself a wondrous toy.
He played with it both night and day
Enjoying it in every way.
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The bar was too crowded, stifling.
It took ages just to get my pint.
Nodding acknowledgement to work mates
Having on after work drink with someone's wife!
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Death haunts not these walls;
He does not wander these corridors.
No fearful figure, no threatening scythe.
Death is here, but keeps apart.
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Did anybody else even notice him?
Were they so wrapped up in their own fears that he was invisible?
How could you miss such distress?
How could he pass unseen?
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I wear a mask, and it's not my fault.
Three words condemn me, and my male peers,
To a life of anger and confrontation.
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I was going home on Monday night;
The sky was dark with little light.;
When from a doorway came a voice:
"Can you spare some change? "
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