Gypsy Boy Ravey Poems

The goodtime girl
Lives life in a whirl
Insolent smile
Overtly tactile
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I can hear that fecking bird
Mocking me with every word
Sat chirping in his tree
'Cos I can hear but I can’t see
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You know what you are
And now so do I
Known near and far
To cheat and to lie
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Wake each day at half seven
Another day in CAT B heaven
Afraid am I to peep
Through me eyes and ruin my sleep
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I can see the trees
But don't see many bees
For they are unlike me they are free
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I can hear that little bird
Mocking me with every word
Sat chirping in his tree
For I can hear but I can't see
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It was served on a tray
So you thought you’d have one
Did you care not or pray
That I wouldn’t click on?
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I've been a gypsy man all of my life
And had my share of problems and strife
I've worked like a dog, blood sweat and tears
Hard roads, hard old days, hard old years
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Does one bad apple spoil the gender?
What's bred in is hard to kick out.
She's broken and no one can mend her,
Gives woman a bad name no doubt.
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Descartes was a clever man
He said “I think therefore I am”
But what, I ask you, does it mean?
And from it, what can I glean?
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