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Steven Harris Poems
Fed up of this fed up of stupid people fed up surrounding myself with idiots always bitching at each other
Dont regret dont ever let your mind hang on to the past always move forward always look ahead
Too Damn Scared.
This man here, me this man sitting on this bed this man, me drinking the same old beer
Words Cant Hide Forever.
Dont rush let it build up let all that anger fill your bones let your face burn
I Hate Saturdays.
Saturdays are the worst it moves so slow annoying children run up and down the street screaming that makes the birds fly away
Drunk writing is the best it takes the edge off everything writing while not being able to see writing while not being able to speak
When your young you have dreams but as you get older it always goes out the window you find other passions other dreams
Poeple Have Everything.
Poeple have everything Car, house, money, job, a partner Yet everything is a problem They bitch and moan about everything
The Meaning Of Life.
Whats the meaning of life does anybody care do you think an old women whos gone through a war lost her husband, children and living on her own
For The Love Of Drink.
Alcohol is a great uniter it unites cultures poeple are always trying to stamp it out i say accept it
I'm invisible to them they don't see me they don't really here me they don't like me
Red Hair Girl
There's nothing like a red headed girl standing at the bar ordering a drink next to me flamed haired wonder
A Council Estate
Fag ends fill the road empty cider bottles across the green the glow of the street lamps fill the street with a sunset shine as it bounces back
The Old Man With A Pork Pie Hat.
The old man in the pub with pork pie hat on the one with the tweed jacket and the walking stick sits at the end of the bar reading a paper
Comments about Steven Harris
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
Fed up of this
fed up of stupid people
fed up surrounding myself with idiots
always bitching at each other
always knowing what it could cause but doing it anyway
not using their brains
just doin' it, knowing what it could cause and then wondering why
just idiots, stupid people
i'm staying out of this
i'm going to get drunk, throw up and pass out
i'd rather do that than sit here listening to a fight
don't act like the victim when it's your fault
you knew, but you did it anyway
i hate people
i hate the sight of them
i hate all of ...