Jason Jackson Biography

On the footpath lies a broken umbrella,
just imagine the number of times it's been used,
once loved, dependable, fashionable & fit,
now lies disgraced, amongst the cigarette butts and dog shit
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I’ve just left my house & you hate me,
I’ve just opened the car door & I can feel your hatred,
I’ve just put my key in the ignition & you are sharpening your tongue
I’ve just reversed out of my drive & you are making snide remarks
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Things are not as they may first appear,
something gets lost in the fog,
Feelings are oft misconstrued in the mire,
you need to look deeper, by God.
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Happy Easter to the girl with the flaxen hair,
bless her face, her heart & her highly polished teeth.
Happy Easter to the girl with devil may care,
her over-protective parents & brother called Keith
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Take a walk down my street,
see the depressed, weary faces
don't try to make eye contact
examine your new shoes and laces
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