Kelvin Rush Poems

You keep on asking as if we're blessed
There are no answers for us to digest
Man has no insight to the meaning of life
It's futile and full of pain and strife
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A hot beef pie
With mushy peas
Lots of mint sauce
And a plastic fork please
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Two fried eggs
On hot buttered toast
Salt and black pepper
And a smile from the host
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A quick rub down
A coat of paint
Toxic fumes
Feeling faint
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They're at it again
Those little ants
Marching up and down
My walls and plants
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Percy the spider
Is on my floor
I jump out of bed
And open the door
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Our gang of Five
Including me
All had to climb
The Monkey tree
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Concrete playground
Swings and slides
Games of cricket
Bicycle rides
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Hand over your money
You little vile man
I'll make your life hell
Because I can
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Another hospital
Closed today
It won't be the last
I'm afraid to say
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