

MartinMartin is a twenty-something office worker. He is smoking and his tie is worn loosely. He is lounging on the sofa in his flat. It is evening.Martin
Knocked em dead at work today. On my way to Finance, walked past a few of the lads having a fag break, just standing around outside chatting about targets or some such. Stopped a minute and dropped in the one about the Chinaman looking for supplies on a desert island, and then walked off again. Of course they only started laughing after I was a few metres away, but some of them are like that round me, wont laugh straight away because they want to look cool in front of me. I do


Just FriendsI never knew it hurt so much, When all posibilities end. I'd never heard more hurtfull words Than those that are 'just friends'. So close and yet so far, I'd almost prefer your hate Than to listen to your love-life tales And wave you off on dates. I start to question "what don't I have That all the others do? How come they all can catch your eye Yet I can not catch you?" I hate you for your hugs and smiles That fill me with false hope. Your present- a necklace- a thoughtful gift May as well be a rope. I choke on it, I choke on tears, I'm holdJust Friends


The Garden SwingTwisted vines on a garden swing. Back and forth while the birds all sing. Her feet graze the carpet of daffodils gold. The laughter, the childhood. Just nine years old.The Garden Swing
Roses all tangled on the swing ropes above her, Creaking with the weight of her and her lover. The raspberries ripe, the strawberries plenty. The magic, the romance. Now she is twenty.
The leaves are now amber, the rope is now worn. Just a brief time to rest now her dreams are all torn. Then it's left swinging empty, as if it's alive. The stress and the tiredness at age forty five.
The


What shall we do?What shall we do with the political opposition? Make them agree Silence them Lock them all upWhat shall we do?
What shall we do with the protestors? Beat them into submission Drag them away Trap them like rats
What shall we do with those nations that disagree? Humiliate them
Cut off their trade Strangle them
What shall we do with the people at the gates? Lock the doors Keep them back Kill them
What shall we do now that we have burned all our bridges?
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She was the reason the deepest of my love couldn't please you.
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"We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be?"
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!Make Poverty History!
Many Women, One Reason - Race for Life for Cancer Research
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take a whiff on me take a whiff on me
everybody take a whiff on me
i said a hey
hey
baby take a whiff on me
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!Make Poverty History!
Many Women, One Reason - Race for Life for Cancer Research
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take a whiff on me take a whiff on me
everybody take a whiff on me
i said a hey
hey
baby take a whiff on me
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