Class Farce

You can change your voice, change your hair
Change your home and what you wear,
But you’ll still be judged by where you went to school
What you ate as a child, the size of your hall.
You can never escape those early roots,
Those scruffy shoes and too big suits.
Your birth and background denote your place,
In a pecking order determined by your face.
Those blue collars you once wore stain your skin
To tell your employer whether you will fit in.
Your scars of survival set you from your peers,
Who, indulged in privilege, knew no such fears.
Like a stud horse, you’re marked by the place of your birth
For the number of titles you have, for your monetary worth.
Your value is based on the genes you possess,
Not the talent inside or skills you profess.
But you can never move up from your humble sty
You will never be accepted however you try.
Because they’re the elite, a superior race
In which commoners like me will never grace.
You’re blood isn’t blue, your line isn’t royal,
You’re a mish mash, a genetic mongrel.
In their tight knit societies, they exclude the outside
Too consumed by self preservation and stubborn pride.
Even if you knuckle down and earn a fast buck,
In their communities you’re still down on your luck.
You can’t escape your class and worker life
You can’t conceal your sacrifices and strife.
They’re marked in full view on our heart and soul
They’re etched deeply on every aim and every goal.
You can’t change their inbred vitriol, the spite and hate
You can’t change their easy hand and comfortable fate.
Strive on and be the best you can be,
In spite of them, it will come eventually.



​Point your barbed arrow, pierce my heart

Aim in my direction then tear me apart. 

Watch me squirm and suffer as I wait

To be subjected to my torturous fate.
You’ve singled me out, led me to slaughter 

Put me under false security then watched me falter.

You’ve slung arrow after arrow to gleefully maim 

Ripped my dreams and left my career lame.
But I will plod on, with my confidence in shreds 

Drugged up with pills and mood enhancing meds.

I won’t let those sticks ‘n’ stones wound my soul

Those Chinese whispers won’t damage my goal.

So bitch, mock, and bully, put me at Ill ease 

Your vitriol and bile won’t stop or cease

These passions coursing through my veins,

Those fiery desires that burn like flames. 

I may be broken now, but survive I will,

To be more tham just your confirmed kill.


​Rich pools call to me, their bittersweet depths caress

As I undress the smooth cover,
letting ebony sweat drip drop and smother
My senses with its sugary sweet dew
Tantalising, sensual droplets melt on my tongue,
Coating the tip in tiny shards of ecstacy, as distracted, I come undone.
Trickling euphoria ebbs and flows on my lips
As I forget the sins that will be inflicted on my hips.

Pre fabricated lines blur and dissipate,
as the once solid frame bends at will, damaged in freight.
Singular cubes snap, crack with the heat
As willingly I accept defeat
and take it captive, holding it hostage between my teeth.


​You can bully, you can bitch, make me feel small

Or push me to the brink to end it all.
But you forget the fire inside is still alight
And I know deep down that I will be alright.
I don’t need to suffer in pursuit of my passion
I don’t need to be treated in such a deplorable  fashion.
I know my assets and know my limits
And I know that here I can’t fulfil it.
You knock me down, brick by brick
Abuse me till I’m mentally sick.
But I’m strong, stronger than you think
And I won’t allow your hate to let me sink.
I will keep on following my dreams
As I fasten up my broken seams.
You won’t be the reason I give up on life,
I won’t let you be the cause of any strain and strife.
Instead you’ll be my phoenix, my new rebirth
Where I start afresh, renewed with self-worth.
You can knock me back, try crush my aims
But all you will do is fan my flames.
I will be a blazing glory, a great success
Happy and content, free from your stress.
So remember me as I fly through the sky,
A dreamer who wasn’t afraid to try.

Black Dog

​It picks up the smell of fear faintly in the air,

Nostrils flickering, as it creeps out of its lair.
Nondescript, it attacks any poor soul in its path,
Slaughtering, ripping apart dreams in its warlike wrath.
It doesn’t single out the destitute or the poor,
Or slumped skeletal figures huddled by the door.
It targets anyone who bleeds suffering, pain and strife,
Regardless if they have three children and a wife.
Growling, it howls as it snatches its bait,
Tearing shreds of confidence till there is just hate.
It gives no warning of its murderous rampage,
a menacing force that can’t be contained with any cage.
Those who survive will become victims again,
Destined to relive his torture and pain.
Sedatives may hold off his bite for a while at least
Until its effects diminish and once more he feasts.
He is not satisfied until he pierces you with his  nail-like claws,
Until he pins you down and crushes your hopes with his killer paws.
He’s a predator who preys on the weak,
On the mighty, rich, deprived and meek.
Cast iron gates can’t hold back his will
He won’t stop until he has had his kill.
Accept defeat and your pain will be slow
A lingering plague that will ebb and flow.
His is a poison that pollutes the mind
That will disable your sense and leave you blind.
You won’t see the light in the endless dark,
You won’t hear the soothing sound of a calling lark.
Your future is bleak with no end in sight,
As you are left immobile in an internal fight.

He Has It All


It’s resigned for the low, the broken hearted
For poor souls mourning the recently departed

It’s not for you, with your house, dog and wife
With your millions tucked up, your life’s without strife.

How dare you feel down, feel utter despair?
With a girlfriend on each arm and friends always there?

You have a high fly career that reaches no bounds,
And enough money to stretch to everyone’s rounds.
So why do you complain, tear up in night?
You’re not alone, homeless or in a pitiful plight?

I may have riches, a job and wife
But my pain and suffering is still very rife.
I’m plagued with lingering and constant doubts
Every interaction with my wife involves just shouts.
Our marriage is a sham and my flings are fleeting
I work in an office where I’m abused in every meeting.
My friends are just bees following the honey
I doubt they’d be there if I ran out of money.
Each night I cry myself to sleep,
Each morning I contemplate to leap
Off the balcony of my fancy penthouse flat,
To free myself from these lonely chains
From this destructive poison that clouds my brain.
On paper, I seem to have it all
But in reality I feel I’m scaling a prison wall.
I’m punished for a crime I didn’t commit,
Brown beaten for not valuing any of it.
But the truth is that depression chooses you
Irrespective if you have a mansion or two.
Wealth doesn’t plug this gaping black hole,
Money doesn’t cleanse a broken soul.
Love alone could help me win this internal fight
It’s just a shame that in my perfect life, this was God’s oversight.

Nine To Strive


Why work, shirts pressed, for a trek by train, foot and tube?
When you can shirk, tracksuit creased, licking crumbs from a crisp tube?
Why bother to wake to regret another day?
When you dread each minute, the only reward your pay?
Why submerge yourself in a sea of commuters,
To let your brain rot in front of a computer?
Why live in a rat-infested studio with views over bins,
When you can sit and relax, necking back a couple of tins?
Why put yourself through grief by a bullying boss,
Who stamps on creativity, approving just dross?
Why wave goodbye to your child’s childhood as you board your train?
When that disappointed face might be the last one you see again?
Why pay through the nose for a service that doesn’t run?
A train firm who delays and then cancels them just for fun?
Why give your soul to a soulless profession?
Why risk your dignity and pride for quicker progression?
Is your 9-5 worth missing out on your life here on earth?
On an endless conveyor belt – your transport since birth?
Don’t you dream of jacking it in and escaping the hives?
Away from bill, mortgages and crumbling-down dives?
but us worker bees will carry on working
as the few among us continue shirking.
but don’t pity their easy simple laid-back lives,
pity the fools who self-injure with their very own knives.
For as we continue on the endless hamster wheel,
Our dreams, hopes and futures our managers do steal.
the only break you’ll have is when you stop breathing,
or if you swallow your pride, and tell that you’re leaving.
Cos when your time is up, do you really want to say
You dedicated your life to your working day?
That you sacrificed yourself to an uncaring machine?
Just an employee number, not heard and not seen?
Do you want to tell your children that your life’s work was in vain?
That you spent most of it slumped on a broken-down train?
Do you want to tell how you profited from the mistakes of the needy?
Or how your heart became cold as you grew greedy?
Do you want to tell how you walked on when a man fell at your feet?
Cos you couldn’t afford to miss out on your seat?
Is your work in the office a good use of your time?
Wasting away in the capital with the dirt and the grime?
Wouldn’t you rather board a plane nowhere near?
Rather than counting down the dates of every calendar year?
So ditch your commute, ditch this slog.
Ditch the envy, the dog-eat-dog.
And live life instead as god had intended
Enjoying the fruits of life he has lended.
Let’s not be victims of our success.
Putting down others as we strive to be the best.
Let us be explorers and see the world so vast
Put down your keyboard, you don’t know how long it’ll last.
Don’t let your desk be the last thing you touch,
The confining , suffocating, human-sized hutch.
Soar high and open your wings,
And realise there are more important things
Than working to deadline, working through the night.
When you’d be better off taking in all the sights
In a new place, nation, country or life.
Away from the stresses and workplace strife.
Don’t let ‘yes boss’ be your last phrase,
Or your desperate request for a raise.
Let hope fund your dreams, let love be your riches,
Never be usurped by mental bruises and stitches.
Choose a more rewarding and fulfilling career,
Make the most of your life while you’re still here.



*that they’re more valuable than any gold

They’re a super super glue that never loses its hold.
Despite the diary shuffling and timetable juggles,
Through the endless washing piles and life struggles,
They’re the constant we always desire,
Their voice the one of which we never tire.
They inspire our lives, keep us going on
Even at times when you’re not feeling strong.
Unblemished, untainted they still love each flaw,
Unconditionally, for whatever life has in store.
Cherish each moment, every hour,
Through every cuddle, every picked flower.
For as you nurture, they grow tall,
And before you’ve noticed you’ve missed it all.
Hold on to your life giver, hold ’em strong.
You don’t know what you have until it’s gone.