Neil Solan Poems

I want my money back,
I don't want a bi-product
Of your regrets and strife,
It's nothing short of scandalous;
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'And this one will be England'
God said, and he was pleased.
'They'll drink and smoke
And smoke and fight,
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I encouraged a kiss
And ended up with syphilis,
So what can I do with you, my love?
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Beautiful shades in those eyes,
But life must go on,
After i've waved my goodbyes.
This rainbow strap hurts my eyes,
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When you bite the hand that feeds you,
You can't then pretend to joke;
When you bite the hand that feeds you,
You can't then pretend to joke,
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The victim slowly follows the target
Without fear, without fear.
Alone he stands by the side of the road;
There's no-one near, there's no-one near.
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The door is ajar,
What's inside though?
I don't know,
He certainly doesn't know
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These social rankings that you tread
Are understandably misread,
They're merely fascination disguised
As troublesome crumbs of bread.
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She knows the paths you walk her down,
She knows them all too well,
She knows these paths
As she knows her past;
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Red, red wine
Splintered my sides
Some years ago.
When hope was beautiful / possible.
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