Michael Moorcroft Poems

He’s stolen my looks,
And read all my books,
He’s stolen my clothes,
Yes the basics too!
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When the lights go out,
They grab their knives,
They sneak about,
And snuff out lives.
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Your bodies up for rent,
It’s been a tough day,
All your dollars have been spent,
You best be on your way.
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Craters’ looked at the moon,
Soldiers watched the mud,
They all died too soon,
And the earth was now their blood.
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Driving down the highway,
In her brand new Porsche,
Big sunglasses on,
Her silk scarf blowing in the wind.
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I want to dig in Egypt,
To find in the sand,
A long forgotten crypt,
Buried in the ancient land.
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I have my secrets,
That I will not tell,
For they are mine,
That I would not sell.
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It started at nine o’clock,
Went on into the night,
Music boomed in every room,
The place looked a sight.
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I read this book,
It made me look,
At things I never saw.
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I like to be different,
I like to be odd,
I say what is meant,
And I can be a sod.
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