The Council Estate Poem by Michael Bisson

Car beams slide across the houses
Causing shadows that beat and move
Trees gleam for a while then die
While the old man from 35 keeps puffing and coughing,
but stays alive

Harry picked fights at the wild boar,
So someone done a shit by his front door,
He ranted and snarled, he had a big moan,
But the council wouldn't listen
They put down the phone.

Trouble and strife on the council estate

The police are busy at the local park
Teenage puffing and having a lark
Exchanging words of self preservation
Wasting lives entering desperation

Trouble and strife on the council estate

Psycho Tim smashed up the phone box
at the end of district drive
Ran off with 4 pounds and seventy five
Straight to odd leg Tonys for a bag to get high.

Trouble and strife on the council estate

Irenes been shopping but her heavy bags weighed her down,
So she hailed down taxis to take her home from town, the driver got paid with a glimpse of her tits,
While the driver lears and licks his lips.

The Trouble and strife on the council estate