Summer Tart

Puffing away on a disused fag
If only she had another hand
To carry another Primark bag.

For the kids its just a drag
Those in a pushchair
Too young, they couldn't care.
Keep them quiet, keep them fed
It's McDonalds all round
But naughty again
It;s home and straight to bed.

Where have the little ones gone?
You can't see them
But you can hear them.
She's screaming, he's making a mess
But its not home time yet
Till mum gets her cheap new dress
Who she bring home tonight
Is anyone's guess.

Ghost Town

It is a lonely town, it’s a ghost town
The remaining living have departed
The thieves are here, they’ve just started
So clear out and clear off
Single lock, make it a double lock
The thieves are out to run a mock.
If you are on your own
You are home alone
Doors locked windows shut
You had just better hope
They don’t step foot.
There is nowhere to goBut they will find a place to hide
Staying here is only a risk
It could be described as suicide.
No more air to breathe
Only a place to thieve
Remember this is a ghost town
Even the bars are shut
The bars won’t keep out the thieves
They will find their way
They will make you pay.
You won’t be the winner
They have nothing to lose
Will you stay and risk the wrath
Pop out to the cafe
They are already up your garden path.
Remember this is a lonely town
Close your earsKeep your head down
This is a ghost town.

Light Up Your Night

Make it a lucky strike

Time to meet the girl you like
Be sure not to get a fright
Now you see her in Marlboro Light
Don't be shy come outside
Somewhere to go with no where to hide
Strangers we were but lets not pretend
It always begins with you as a friend

Cigarettes
No regrets
It's soon to be
Fun and games in Benson and Hedges.

Love to Have.Have to Love.

Your Valentine’s Day date is probably going out with someone else by now. That person who was thinking of asking you has probably still not. London, New York, your mum, there is something for everyone to love and not only that but you can display it loud and proud. Love was once something precious and a word saved for those something specials. Like everything in our consumer world if everyone can have it then everybody wants it. Love is not a choice. You can’t buy it with a packet of Marlboro lights on a Friday night or with an English breakfast on a Sunday morning. Don’t keep kidding yourself, it’s the one thing that doesn’t cost a thing.