All you good men and women
come and listen to ma song
It doesn’t matter where you live
or where you work or roam
Cos this Coalitions got it in for us
they’re gonna tax us from our homes
They’re gonna tax the workers and their pay
their clothes and homemade brew
They’re gonna tax all women’s’ undergarments
knickers and suspenders too
They’ll tax all meat and poultry
they’ll even tax the beef
And if you offer up resistance
they‘re gonna crack you on the heid
They’re gonna tax all single men
as heavy as they can
They’ even tax the women
for being over 41
They’ll tax the hospitals
and tax all wooden legs
Tax the coffee, bread and butter
beer and wine and ham and eggs
They’ll tax old ladies by the river
when they try to paint
And tax all girls who go with boys
cos we’re all meant to be saints
Now thank you men and women
for listening to ma song
And remember there’s a reason why
we all know right from wrong.
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Friday, 25 June 2010
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Thursday, 3 June 2010
Commando Raid
My hands grip tighter around your throat
As your power and life flicker out
Your eyes bulge as they stare into mine
Face redder, Veins greener , life fading
I seek relief, peace, freedom
Yet i too sense my own
reddening face ,green vains, bulging eyes
Amidst panic , fear, anguish
A thought hits me -This is not what i wanted.
Slowly i loosen my strong grip
Our faces change colour, our vains shrink
You gasp for air clutching your throat
I mumble I'm sorry as i stagger away
alone, remembering, ashamed.
Peter Burton
As your power and life flicker out
Your eyes bulge as they stare into mine
Face redder, Veins greener , life fading
I seek relief, peace, freedom
Yet i too sense my own
reddening face ,green vains, bulging eyes
Amidst panic , fear, anguish
A thought hits me -This is not what i wanted.
Slowly i loosen my strong grip
Our faces change colour, our vains shrink
You gasp for air clutching your throat
I mumble I'm sorry as i stagger away
alone, remembering, ashamed.
Peter Burton
Meetings , Laptops and Mobile Phones
Meetings, Laptops and Mobile phones
Meetings, Laptops and Mobile phones
POLICING your workers
on behalf of the FAT CATS
Through Meetings, Laptops and Mobile Phones
Peter Burton June 2010
Meetings, Laptops and Mobile phones
POLICING your workers
on behalf of the FAT CATS
Through Meetings, Laptops and Mobile Phones
Peter Burton June 2010
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