Dean Bottomlley

I have a date, and boy she's hot.
Oh my god I've got a spot!
Will she look and see I care
Or see the zit and simply stare?
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Dad is on his mobile.
Mum is on her phone.
That is all they ever do.
Out and when at home.
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The cozy feel of Christmas still lingers in the air
Though tree and present wrappings are long gone to the tip.
Some gifts were very welcome, but other cast aside.
A Simpson mug that's awful, a tie you can't abide.
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Damien Smith, a quiet boy
Had found himself a wondrous toy.
He played with it both night and day
Enjoying it in every way.
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The bar was too crowded, stifling.
It took ages just to get my pint.
Nodding acknowledgement to work mates
Having on after work drink with someone's wife!
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Death haunts not these walls;
He does not wander these corridors.
No fearful figure, no threatening scythe.
Death is here, but keeps apart.
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Did anybody else even notice him?
Were they so wrapped up in their own fears that he was invisible?
How could you miss such distress?
How could he pass unseen?
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I wear a mask, and it's not my fault.
Three words condemn me, and my male peers,
To a life of anger and confrontation.
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I was going home on Monday night;
The sky was dark with little light.;
When from a doorway came a voice:
"Can you spare some change? "
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Blood is bloody essential
But a bloody nuisance as well.
You can't bloody live without it,
But it can bloody well give you hell!
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Where was it, Costa's, Starbucks, Nero's?
I cannot remember now;
But I know you arrived on time.
Our eyes met first.
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Thumb in mouth contentment brings
To baby in a cot.
A blanket grasped in tiny hand
Hugs a little tot.
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He sat, alone, damp, hunched.
His clothes breathing in the rain.
a tremor of shivering rippled through him:
The only movement in a frozen scene.
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Spoilt little rich kid; you don't know how lucky you are;
Food from Fortnum and Mason, delivered to you in a car.
Think of the son of a poor man, earning what little he's able;
Working too hard, going without, just to put food on the table.
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The Station cat opens one eye with a frown,
Disturbed as the Distant and Starter drop down.
The gas lamps still hiss, and a distant dog barks.
The town is a resting, wrapped up in the dark.
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How do I love thee, I cannot number the ways.
Statistic cannot limit nor measure
The joy you bring to my life.
You are the stars, moons planets of my universe.
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Must get on Facebook right away.
Tell the world what I did today.
Millions of friends with nothing to say.
But no-one dare say goodbye.
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The dawn peeped at the slumbering sea
Gently stroking its sandy comforter.
You are MY security blanket.
I reach for your love when scared.
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Nobody finds God in the sunshine.
A Saviour to spoil the fun.
A reason to think of the future
Just when the present's begun!
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William Jones, aged just six
Got himself in a awful fix.
Found he could not join in fun.
As all the time his nose would run.
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