Wholesale torture and murdering of farm animals

The public who buy into dead flesh for Tea
For dinner for breakfast they have to be
In realisation that feeding their guts
Angels are tortured and murdered
Great gluts
Of death and destruction
Factory farming
People don’t care anymore

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Sylph like

On the contrary Sara
A sweet soul such as you
In one’s pain I develop
No wonder it’s true
A sylph like connection
Tumultuously
Hooked up to the etheric
Light of the free

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Winter washing

One thing that really gets to me
On these wintry days
Is washing up the dishes
When my sleeves I do not raise
They tend to get wet sometimes
And then it does feel bad
Going cold as I have rolled
My sleeves down I feel sad

The sun is out the sky is blue
But its a frosty icy day
I really feel uncomfortable
Sitting here nothing much to say
A bowl of soup some sour dough bread
My Wrist warmers are dry
Thank you Keir the double tier
Monster

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Consuming the dead

Life is a perfectly beautiful state
Animals born of the wildness create
A wonderful synergy
living where they were put
Eating from that vicinity
Being on foot

They studied the plant life
The seasonal fair
They exercised caution
And were aware
By trial and by error
And familial ways
The sun and the substance
All worthy of praise

Wholeness superior
A paramountcy
A good distribution
Nutritionally
Godly intention
Seasonally so
With organic standards
That do ebb and do flow

Foraging genuinely
Sees harmony
A freshness requisite
Traditionally
in tune with the seasons
A perpetual trait
Able and willing
To grow tHrough to fate
Absorbing the moisture
Organically
A true propagation
Renewal we see

Consuming what’s dead
Is a different idea
Carnivores generally
Experience fear
About preservation
Destruction decay
The violence that’s needed
And the savage display

Flesh will deteriorate
Spoil and degrade
Perish and mould
Decompose it may fade
And become hazardous
Endangering those
Eating it later
With warnings that pose

Significant worry
Shelf life concern
The addition of nitrates and nitrites
We learn
Such substances happen
A permanent thought
Adversity beckons
Severity sought

Dead flesh turning grey
Nitrosamines in town
To retain the naturalness
What’s going down
Fear base and risk
Nitrates and nitrites
Processing they
Are added to recipes
Every day

Truly they are toxic
Makers of food
Don’t always realise
What May exude
From a given mass
As the colour becomes
As red as fresh blood
And the suffering numbs

Such food is dangerous
Profits are high
Eating this crispy pork flesh
My question is why
Why are we so stupid
To eat food thats dead
A vile suppuration
Creating such dread
Animals murdered
Previously fed
On all sorts of unnatural foodstuffs
That lead
The animals down through the passage of time
Ending alas to a great out of slime.

This food causes cancer
Label it well
What gives the red colour
Is the chemical spell
It’s an awful component
And addition maybe
That’s more so cosmetic
Than really healthy

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The shoot

Look up in2the air
Of course it’s not fair
Born with wings means of course u can fly
mostly it’s men
with their guns
Pointed upwards
Shooting birds out of the sky
Lead shot a lethal creation
Ends up polluting us all
Stuck in the bird in the earth in a pond
contamination
Of which no one’s fond

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The agony before our eyes

As far as the eye can follow
Hundreds and hundreds of lives
Lost to the world to what’s reasonable
Murdered and using knives
To strip our fur babies if
Life and skin
The fury the evil the pain
It’s gruesome imagining
Death and destruction
Life ended for what

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A trophy from a hellhole

A Botswana Leopard
Killed in cold blood
By a idiot hunter
Who had felt a flood
Of ill wind emotion
Of an ugly refrain
Who dares to be monstrous
Again and again.

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A farmers boot

Swollen and beaten
Soon to be eaten
A piglet a sweet beating heart
Born of a mummy
This poor little dummy
Tortured alas from the start
Pain every day
Trod on a way
A heartless grim rotten bloke
Who needs a good hiding

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Nop-3

A monster employed
Farmers over joyed
3-Nop the chemical they
Will be giving to cows
Extending their powers
And not dropping farts night and day
It’s toxic to hell but no matter
It’s greener and that is the way
Cutting out carbon let’s listen to Starmer
Let’s increase our margin today

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Sword fish

Swordfish large carnivores
Loaded with Mercury
Chemical substances just everywhere
Humans who murder them
And then consume them
Will die surely badly too
It’s just despair
I have 4 their ignorance
The bigger the fish
The worse it becomes

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The Welsh people

Being in Wales
Meeting it’s people
Everyone’s
friendly
That’s what I have found
I love the North
The lakes and the mountains
Thoughtful and caring
And wonderfully sharing

A word like belonging
A kind of fellowship
Closer to Nature
Emboldened I feel
To the mountain protectors
All greeting the sky
The sparkling streams
Where Observance is high

Smiles far from rare
Resigned seemingly
To aid and assist
Many wonders to see
A wonderland out there
Great mountains we see
Slate and great Heather
Just running free

In the light flaming red
Dramatic it be
Bringing good fortune
It seems to me
The sheep they are everywhere
Slow moving souls
Munching away
They own their roles
In all weathers, they
Audaciously climb
At the butt of each day

Not a care in the world
The patience of Job
Loving each other
Each woolly robe
Safeguarding their bodies
From the cry of the wind
The lament heaven sent
All, determined

Unruffled by strong blasts
And, steep inclines
They come into the road
Not reading the signs
The motorists some of them
Foot down and away
It’s a wonder the sheep don’t get
Flattened I say

So many colours subtle and strong
The grit of the masonry
They all belong
to the great mountain vistas
The mountain sides where
All manner of plants grow
Companions, who share.

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LLYN TEGID

5 KM long and 1KM wide
A lake of such substance
And I hear that inside
Is a real new age dinosaur
Seemingly seen
Likes the Welsh rarebit
And It’s coloured green

I had heard of a Gellilydan
Close to Maentwrog
Another green monster
That lives in a bog
But just felt excited
That monsters appear
To be living in Wales
And Not far from here

It’s a breathtaking sight
Slate coloured it be
With the sun shining down on it
Miraculously
All sorts of shapes just appear
Waves as well
Hoary and silvery
A magical spell
Cast long ago
By some wizard of old
There’s me just day dreaming
But on this place
I am sold

Elyri to the West
Berwyn to the East
Arenig overlooking
For one’s eyes
Such a feast
of spectacular
Stretches
of mountains and mist
Imaginative sightings
You just can’t resist
the temptation
Of staring
At the glaring light
And seeing all manner
Of sightings tonight.

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The sheep

Wherever there’s greenery
On the aprons we note
There’s sheep bold and hardy
Woolly of coat
Their legs clearly able
To gradients go
Steeped in tradition
And feeling a glow
A contentment to wander
The bogs and the dry
To head up the mountains
Reaching their sky
Opportunity beckons
Wild grass real course
Providing them strength
By a true tour de force

Nothing appears hard
They just go everywhere
Fenced, open road through Snowdonia
Prayer
And thought for the danger
Of cars on the road
They just wander digesting
Creating a code, of wariness really
Wherever they be
Seemingly docile but on point actually

You see them up high
And down in the low
Out on the road
Where it’s dangerous to go
Loners, together all weathers
They seem
To be part of the fabric
A steady white stream
Picked out ever higher
Their legs seemingly
Carry them onward
And done zestfully

Angry cold winds
Do not deter
The lashing rain
When it does occur
It doesn’t phase them
They plough on anyway
Hardy and strong
On any given day

Truly organic and able to be
Breathing the air
Wonderfully free
In Wales in the mountains
They are just always there
Plotting their course
And always they dare

Wonderfully adaptive
Genuinely so
With a confident sir
No where they won’t go
Skirting the roads
At the edges they ply
The energy needed
To reach for the sky
To get lost in the midst
Relatable time
And be found one assumes
Wherever they climb.

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Frank

We met Frank and his dog
“spot” whose blue eyes did hold
A wearisome outlook
In the wind cold
Wanting to walk
To play with his stick
Take in the countryside
And just to lick
The wind scape
The cool air
A passionate hound
From number one
He covered the ground

Frank was a sportsman
A Libran who knew
The ways of the forest
And what he could do
Recently pained an tested by Ill
But loving the vista
Agreeing the chill

The flavour of Wales
It’s knowledge, his wealth
The people that reap
The peculiar stealth
The howl of the wind
Courting with the trees
The rush of the cars
And the pain in his knees
A sportsman of note
With a frantic acclaim
To run and to cycle
And swimming fair game

Pushing his heart
Frank clearly felt
Quietened by the weakness
His age did inpart
So many years round the area he
Lovingly worked in his house
One could see
Tested by the soil urge
And with that feel free

“Spot” a good dog
A friend, who before
Had taken a beating
Had realised war
With anger and nastiness
Had taken its toll
Sensing the wary
Knowing his role

To being aware
Of strangers who he
Needed to know for acceptance
Can free
Remaining stalwart
Calmed in his way
Of loving his manner
On the given day

Clearly protected by Frank
His true friend
Company really
Both of them lend
Favour to caring and sharing
Their lot
A wonderful partner
To his canine friend “Spot”

Frank knew the forest
His country, the brave
Eager to exercise
Wanting to save
Hitting the road
And savouring much
Clearly together
This pair were in touch

The road it was fast
People drove at a speed
Rounding the bends
With a danger indeed
In the watery vista
This tangle of trees
Outcrops and wild growth
And masses of leaves

Frank was at home
Knowledgable, He
Knew every step of his
Genuinely
With it the breathing
The cold
The gurgling stream
This neck of the woods
Engulfed every dream

It was good meeting Frank
Good at the lo cal
How times had changed
And “ spot’ too, his pal
Clearly together a man and his dog
Who skirted the dry
And who skirted the bog
Loving the action
Reaction and need
To be out in the air
And just really succeed.

Posted in A country tale, Dogs, Duty of care was always there, Energy, Fighting back, Forests and wild places, Freedom and what's happening to it, Love and respect, mountains, People I have observed, Riches by far, Sunshine and wintry Splendour, Trees our silent friends, Wales, Walking, weather irregulaties, Wildness is our friend, Winter | Leave a comment

Baby pigs

What’s really happening
A stench of man
We are all together
On the rear of his van
Tumbling backwards
Where will we go
I am frightened screamed jack
Receiving a blow
Bruising and feeling
Somethings not right
We are being unloaded
That feeling of fright
Runs through us our nerves shattered
What can we do
Hope that togetherness will get us through
Pig eating humans
So many about
So many reasons
Why our pain they flout
They eat us
They wear us
They feed us to dogs
Make drums from our skin
Just so many cogs
In the wheels of destruction

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Bala

The lake
It’s just huge
It could be a sea
With mountains around it
It has waves and
they be
propelled by the wind
From the mountains that blows
A colourful spectacle
Which really grows
On one’s love and emotion
One can feel I can say
Within it’s dark depths
A magic foray
Surrounded by Rowan the berries of fire
A road thus observing
Its casual attire

Exciting the eyes
This wondrous of places
Reflecting the sky
So many faces
Look to its watery splendour
And feel
How vast it is
What does it reveal
As it laps to the sand
Engaging it’s force
And an age old energy
Right from its source

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It happened in Bala

There she was
Just in front of us
All by herself
Waddling along
In her crazy attire
Not very colourful
Unlike her beau
Feeling our presence
And hoping we’d go
Sloshing through puddles
She was strapped and alone
As we crept slowly passed her
We hoped that she’d known
We were not here to harm her
Observing her gait
But Wondering honestly
Where was her mate.?

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Dolgun Uchaf LL40 2 AB

A forested idyll
Where the perfect desire
Beautiful mountains
The softest of lyre
Music to dream by
Magically so
Be embraced by the nature
That doth earnestly grow

On the true unsuspecting
It’s tranquil for sure
From ancient beginnings
A place to adore
Apartments and rooms
A haven of peace
Of being able to rest
And enjoy your release

From the rigours of city
A forested calm
In tune with Nature
An abundance of charm
You feel so much closer
To the genuine soul
Of What is Wales
You just take on the role

Of believer of traveller
Able to be
More restful more thoughtful
Discerningly
The great wash of mountains
All colours providing
Crystal clear cascading
Rivers dividing
Farm lots and stretches of magnificent light
That honestly grabs one
And just does excite.

A colourful sky
A vista of peace
Battalions of tall trees
Provides some release
Of life to the weary
Exploring it all
Around us such beauty
On which we can call

The people all caring
All sharing where we
Stayed at number 5 the apartment
To be
Wrapped in seclusion
In comfort it’s true
Exploring the out pouring
And the vast view

The Gothic stonework
Dark with a style
Hewn from the earth
Mile after mile
Dotted on high ground
Their urgent lament
Legendary craftsmen
Where So much time was spent

I must say I so love the buildings
Our apartment had been painted white
The Forest surrounding us howling
And by Jove the wind had a bite
That pinked up the ears that’s for certain
But these ancient houses create
Foundations of strength and of safety
All warm and cosy a trait
At daybreak the remarkable light it returns
Giving tone to the ongoing day
It’s much more dramatic up in the North
in this cottage haven away
From the brick and the modern day buildings
Common in England today
Built of the
Much cheaper aggregate and rendered
For me thus it leads me to say
The North has a look that’s more natural
It blends into mountains and I
Love really being organic
The earth and the rock and the sky

The lady was helpful and pleasant
Thoughtful and caring was she
The rental for sharing this lovely abode
Was clearly competitively
Priced fair and square warm and thoughtful
A warm bed all part of the scene
Lying so close to the woods and the trees
And the mountains it just felt more green

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Fur toys

Little fur toys
Belonged once to me
I am a rabbit
A sweet heart
You see
I lived in the ground
In a hollow and I
Was plant based
My ceiling
Was the blue sky

It was cold in the Winter
And godly care
Supplied me with a warm coat
Soft everywhere
It kept me sane
When Jack Frost was about
But those human beings
Left me is such doubt

Wildness is special
Those of us who
Live where our ancestors lived
And we do
Following the history
Living abroad
In tidy burrows
Those we can afford

But humans are after us
Some come to shoot
Others brings dogs
Some leave snares
And the root
Of our problem
Is commerce and ignorance too
They kill us for our fur
Yes that’s what they do

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The Hungry Gorilla

We live in the Congo
It feels far away
A mountain our vista
The Silverbacks say
A great depth of greenery
The juiciest of leaves
The tastiest roots
Where spirit achieves

Goodness and grace
At a glorious pace
Such is our existence
Seclusion a place
Where knowledge is bountiful
And the great lease
Of life giving properties
That they release

We love the Congo
Virunga the place
Calling for boldness
It’s been our base
Bringing our family up
Where vistas’s of peace
Bring beautiful sanctity
And true release

In North Wales we shared
A haven of joy
Great dedication
These people employ
A vegan eating place
Far far away
Where beautiful people
Make food every day

Mountains reach heights
Colourful sights
Crystal clear streams
Running cool day and night
Sustainable lunches
Hand selected fair
Conjured with love
Heartfelt and aware

The hungry gorilla
Is peaceful and calm
Respectful of Nature
A curious charm
Masterfully magical
Uniquely so
Where great mountains loom
And where cool rivers too

Nurturing thoughtfulness
Emboldened with care
Platters of tastiness
These souls aware
Of the travellers ardour
Of the food that’s complete
Getting taste buds enlivened
fulfilled and complete

North Wales a haven
A vista so fine
Slate caverns mighty
And a great place to dine
A coming together of true food where we
Enjoyed the wholeness
And real harmony

The Hungry Gorilla
Calmed at first sight
Respectful people
Shared the sweet light
Served by the gentle
Of purest repose
In a heavenly homage
And a dutiful prose

A cash only business
Philosophy wise
The calmest of energies
All realise
In comfort and peace
Where enjoyment does fly
Hot drinks and real food
For the quiet passers by

Respect you can feel it
A heartfelt desire
To witness the mountains
The brooks born from higher
Stations where soft clouds
Draw energy, where
Us weary travellers
Honestly share

Thank you to all of you
For hearty meals
Cruelty free
You know how that feels
Take away sharing
Abundance most true
A great place to visit
For people who do

Appreciate peace and quiet
And gentle thought
Surrounded by vistas
In time we were caught
By the truest emotions
Attracting us all
The discerning travellers
Who thought to call

PENRHYNDEUDRAETH high street

www.eatinggorilla.co.U.K.

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Ancient and modern and NOW

The oracle the ancient
Spectacular are they
Genius born long ago
So many though today
Have seen their weird progression
But feel superior to
The masses
That’s their error
That’s the terror coming true

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Duke of Westminsters snares

On the Eaton estate
There are hundreds of snares
Evil contraptions
Despite our prayers
Left for the wild life
Foxes do die
Wandering where they were placed
To apply
Such ugliness really
It makes no sense
Nobody comes the a wild souls defence
Just let it struggle
Imagine it’s pain
It has thoughts
It can love
It can cry
It’s insane

That human beings can sink to such lows
Can’t they imagine the inglorious woes
The utter frustration
Trapped in a vice
And however we struggle
The ens is not nice
We die in a melee of blood sweat and tears
Neglecting our families
Yes dearest dears

Our bodies are broken
About hearts broken too
Our screams are not heard
Nothing can we do
Except appeal to our god

🦊🦊🐰🐹🐭🐦‍⬛🐿️🐀🐁🐇

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Oreo’s and the poor little mice

It just feels satanic
Gruesome and vile
That the makers of biscuits
Might one day stand trial
During manufacture
Mice being used
And fed with the feces
Of humans
Abused
in such a frightful manner
Why do such things
What would be the outcome
Really it brings
In me a revulsion
A sickness and Ill
To use little mice
And to bloody well kill
Let them digest it
Cut them open and see
The effect
It’s repulsive
And should never be

Clearly there’s a sickness
In these human kind
If This is science
It just blows my mind
Who’d want to consume
A biscuit and why
Was it deemed necessary
For mice to die

There is a squalid and darkly refrain
Causing the innocent rodents such pain
Knowingly breaking their spirit this way
It’s evil in fact
That we look the other way
Who dreams these horrors
And carries them out
For they ought be imprisoned
Without a doubt
Karma must step up
And ruin their soul
For these biscuit makers
Are out of control.

Signed the petition
To PETA
About Mondelez
My only hope that these mice are spared
Any more of such evil

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West Wales Properties

The attentiveness and diligence
Is something to behold
Ian Kidd from Carmarthen
West Wales I joined their fold
Looking for a home to buy
With offers near and far
This gentleman is truly
To me a genuine star
He’s considerate and caring
Wide awake and sure
Thoughtful and observant
For me I am pretty raw
At looking for a new place
It is a stressful time
And an agent who is listening
Is worthy of a rhyme

Of course I have never met him
But he comes across with verve
The eyes and the ears of the market
Clearly there to serve
The vendor and the buyer
With a real certainty
Rational and cogent
And he feels intuitively

That Nothing is too much trouble
His profundity of thought
He is really on the ball
Really others ought
To check out this mid wales agent
They listen and they try
And they manifest a confidence
Which of course is why

I am driving down to see a house
Tomorrow and at one
Really love the country
And the winter sun
Finding a good agent
A friend who shows he cares
It makes for a better experience

And for this I thank him
And wish him well

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Don’t Look

Don’t look
We hear some women say
They drove a truck
Around today
On its sides a film displayed
Pigs being gassed
On all was laid

The bacon scoffers
The pigs in blankets
The spare rib tribe
Pork sausage crumpets
Frightened stressed out mothers
We
Watched them perish
frantically

don’t watch a mother says aloud
Just another from the crowd
What will she be feeding
Her son today
Pork sausages
That taste okay

With lots of ketchup
A chemical bun
This is how she feeds her son
Tortured all their Very short span
Of life, it seems then in the pan
In animals intestines
With nitrates they
End in our guts
Some every day

The truck it caused
a massive scare
People didn’t want to stare
The awful noises that dying pigs make
Behind closed doors
it’s give and take

They try to refuse to give their lives
We take it though
We sharpen our knives
Into the casings push the meat
Fried in fat life is complete
Dead from the neck up buyers who
Don’t look at our truck
Maybe it’s YOU.

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21st november

This morning I went shopping
Going to my car
All the doors were frozen
So I didn’t get that far
I am a disabled driver
An icy path and leaves
Beach leaves gold and carpeting
I thought if Chancellor REEVES

Started the car heated the
Windscreen
scraped the ice, away
My finger tips were dropping off
I say that by the way
Already I am getting hardened
In my room without heat
Had to put the heating on
And pray to the elite

The Starmer’s and the Gas board
Those with freebie gifts
Claiming for their second homes
All of that just lifts
And old soul like me actually
Blankets in the car
Great to ride around the block
And defrost myself
They are

The government of the PEOPLE
They call themselves this, they
Are living rent free energy free
And create the carbon we.
Pay through the nose for everything
And now the tax man comes
The BBC and the rest of them
Banging on their drums

I have to move to a smaller place
Very far away
As for the Labour Party haha
That’s what I say
Stamp duty being hiked up
Rates and energy
Take away the cold weather payments
It’s their black hole obviously

Dead eyes rolls out his grumpiness
Jetting every where
Private jets more karmic debts
Breathe in their despair
Dresses special spectacles
Arsenal in red
His BOY doing his studying
And me in my cold bed

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Weapons of destruction

I hear the wonderful Labour
party
Are doing a big stock take
Lots of decrepit old weapons
Decommissioned for our sake
Guns don’t fire
Tanks don’t roll
Nothing works
Where is our soul

Such arrogance
What we are doing
Aiming missiles here and there
Sending them to Russia
Saying we don’t care
We are rolling back on defences
Our farmers growing food
Are being made to come to London
Actually we are all stewed

Labour supported the cackling one
Said poo poo to trump
Lammy called him he some horrible names
Now we can go and jump
We are ditching our weaponry
Our country seemingly
Is filling up with illegals
That’s England tragically.

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Making the elephant dance for the tourists

Neither the foxtrot or the waltz I can say
Unmitigated torture most every day
Elephants abused you can feel just how wrong
A smile painted sadly that doesn’t belong
Earning some money whilst seemingly sadness
Tourists are ignorant
Witness the madness

Posted in Abandonment, Activism in art, Animal Rights, Duty of care was never there, Elephants, Emotional Poems, Environmental Poems, ethical pointers, Freedom and what's happening to it, Humanity, Lack of understanding, Musical Bric-a-Brac, phaajaan, pointlessness, Retards of the first order, Torture | Leave a comment

Winter fuel allowance

I am 81 and disabled
My heart is not too strong
Losing my energy payout
For me is very wrong
I am sensitive to the winter cold
In bed I have to wear
Outside clothes old overcoats
And thick socks
I’n aware

My room is really very cold
Already today
It’s getting very frosty
For me it is no way
To manage life
There is a fire
And before bed sometimes I
Sit beside it to warm up
The only reason why

My hands and fingers
And my toes
Are susceptible to cold
A lot of pain I suffer
My wrist warmers I am sold
On them they keep me warmer
When writing which I do
Like to have my commentary
Daily yes it’s true

Logs upon an open fire
In one room does me good
Retiring to my bedroom
It’s a shame and I could
Really give up everything
For being cold for me
Is really very stressful
And no help that I can see

Sending missiles to Russia
Costing a fortune it seems
Crossing Putins red lines
Buggers up my dreams
Who knows if he will retaliate
It’s possible he will
Being cold at Winter time
Being cold inside does kill.

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Tractors we see them we hear them

“Stuck Farmer”
The tea shirt
It’s now everywhere
Tractors in Westminster
The cold winter air
The coppers bewildered
All of, London too
Starmer’s in Brazil
what he chooses to do
Ignore
the reality
Of Our pain and our strife
Refusing to listen
Refusing to care
Private jets cost the planet
Whose mantra?

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