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The old school boys

Here’s 2 all the old school boys…
how they like to make a noise.
Treating us like we’re all fools…
While they’re breaking all the rules.
Climbing the political co-corporate ladder,
they say the journey couldn’t be harder…
shaking hands and patting backs
drinking port and smoking fags
nice big cars to get them around
gosh they’re parents must be proud.
Ripping of the working classes…
While they’re sitting on there arses.
Putting down the common folk
treating them like they’re a joke.
They are nothing but a bunch of crooks
Screwing accounts…& cooking the books.
History will tell the story…
Of how they lied then fell from glory…
While the common man scrimped to make a pound
And died in distant field and ground…
While trying to lend a hand for peace
In a bid to make the tyranny cease…
How many have died?
And who exactly pays the bill…
While they proclaim its all gods will…
They lie and cheat but that’s ok
Cos every dog sure has its day…
BUT, when the truth is out and they face the blame,
Will they hang there heads in shame…


I have a keen interest in The Arts as therapy, and as a fundamental tool for understanding, and managing mental health. I love nature, reading, writing, poetry, photography, movies, painting, dance and yoga. And have a keen interest in social issues & humanities.

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