What type of behaviour do fishmongers exhibit?
Selfish behaviour
What type of behaviour do fishmongers exhibit?
Selfish behaviour
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Put one brick upon another
For your father, for your mother
And build a house of love
Put one brick upon another
For your sister, for your brother
And build a house of love
Build a bridge across the valley
Throw your TV into the alley
And Let's build a house of love
Build a bridge across the valley
Let the train run forth and sally
And build a house of love
Yes it's a coming out the dark
It's a burning with a spark
So let's build a house of love
Let's leave behind the darkness
Turn on the heat of the furnace
And let's build ourselves a house of love
Yes, you know this could be our finest hour
And it's all in our hands, within our power
So come on let's build a house of love
I heard an owl call
It was a roll call
To build a house of love
I heard an owl call
Gather one an all
Let's build a house of love
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
She sits alone in her room
Contemplating her doom
I walk along I hear an owl
I think I hear a baby howl
The mist fills the road
Like a broom
Sweeping up everything
On its loom
And silently the world
Has rearranged
Yes it seems like
Everything has changed
Oh yes I can feel it
Everything has changed
In the park is all so dark
On the stage it's turned over a page
And the night has turned on it's light
Yes everything has changed
Everything has changed
Everything has changed
Everything has changed
It's like a needle and a thread
I'm half alive
But I'm also half dead
I've got this real drama
In her polka-dot pyjama
And I've got
All the shots
Of love and rage
And everything has changed
Everything has changed
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
You make me feel like the world's unsafe
You tell us all that we can't trust ourselves
You've undermined my faith in humanity
You stir and instil a sense of fear
And before you came it wasn't near
So get the hell off the radio and tv screens
And don't darken the doorway to my dreams
Oh Trump and Elon you all are liars
Sitting up there in your towers on fire
Get out now, I won't bow to you
Because you're the big man with the big world view
Oh get off now it's your funeral pyre
And you built your castle on AI wires
And thought so thoughtless
It's not thought through
Because you only asked an intelligence
That just wants to please you
You got rocks in your brain, and you ain't worth mud
So just wash down my drain with all your spilt blood
And dissolve in the sea and never come back to flood
Our thoughts and our times with your brand of crud
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
below the delta
Interminable, intermingled
In the sadness of a thousand water webs
Caught again
The fly is hungry for the gold
Of flow and ebb
That gold thread just beyond its reach
And in the silt, of muddied eyes
It sees the thousand skies
And sands of a thousand islands
All being built beneath the delta
In the mangroves
Below the delta
Where the river leaves its pith
And anger
On its stolen safari through
The land, roving near and far
In its meander
Leaving but a scar
And a smile
On its river mouth
Below the delta
And I am there in my dreams
Washed up between you
And the shore
Washed up between you
And the sea
Knowing not which way to turn
Will the river want more
Want more from me
Or will it set me free
Below the delta
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Moving to a country, gonna have a lot of impeachments
Moving to a country, gonna have a lot of impeachments
Impeachments come from a can, they were put there by a man
In a courthouse uptown
If I had my way those impeachments would be here to stay
Like a ladder of law that never fade
Moving to America, gonna have a lot of impeachments
Moving to America, gonna have a lot of impeachments
I looked at a little map, where the routes all twist
Squished a rotten president in my fist
And dreamed about America's freedom
I poked my nose inside the white house doors
And made room for one immigrant or more
Nature's justice in my hand, impeachments come from a can
As American as apple pie
Millions of impeachments, impeachments for me
Millions of impeachments, impeachments for free, look out
Millions of impeachments, impeachments for me
Millions of impeachments, impeachments for free, look out
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
We banked up the bank
With our wave of flags
Rooted in the sand as secure
As biting crabs
And we grabbed the weighing anchor
And lowered her to ground
And it found the depth we were seeking
It rang the deepest sound
And the ship was lolling on the rolling sea
And our bell it was tolling out for liberty
But cracked, it came a looming
Like a death knell a dooming
And fell right through the deck
Stopped on the bunk on top of me
Well too much freedom it will kill you
It seemed to be saying to me
As I stared up into its mouth's vast entirety
Like a Whale's and might I Jonah be?
Well the ship it listed and the bell rung on
Clanking its hammer over my head ding-dong
Alarums, alarums the other sailors rushed forth
What is it? This seaman has save us of course
But the bell was lodged firmly into the bunk
And we left it there fearing else we'd be sunk
Oh come you democrats and tell all your cousins
This ship is a republic, we'll hang royals by the dozen
If you call her America she'll sally forth
But leave far behind the land of her berth
You see our Captain was a tyrant a rogue and a gambler
He played with our lives like they were daft shamblers
And told us to scrub and told us to heave ho
The ropes and the sails and after mad whales row
It shocked me, it shook us to our foundations
That a ship of our size which had lead other nations
Could be steered into waters too treacherous to fathom
And at the helm always was our mad captain
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.