Dear nick,
Thank you for submitting to ******. We’re afraid this isn’t the best fit for us at this time, but we wish you the best in finding a home for your work.
Sincerely,
The Editors
Alien Virus!
Get ill take the meds
Feel the virus take over
Part of you like you
Never knew possible
From your toes to head
Via ears and balls
You belong to the virus
Changing you from
A man called John
Who likes Pink Floyd
And drinks cider in the pub
Will his pals see the changes?
They will be targeted next
By an alien virus
Hungry for humans!
coast road drive
i used to drive up and down the coast road thru those north wales towns
playing sisters of mercy vision thing album full volume in my mk3 escort
it was summer 1991 i was 19 with no cares in the world
gone away with my pals for a weekend away took time out
felt my mental health issues biting me no galfriend
stopping me getting a galfriend or living my life
remembering january 1989 getting the big fat gal pregnant
the ptsd shattering my mind how it destroyed me
only music got me thru it still does decades on
driving up and down that coast road it changed things
nick the goth you'll be ok changed but things will pass
just listen to the music keep it fast and focused
drop the bastards if you’re meant to live you will
unlike those who embrace negativity and perish
there's a difference of a victim and a survivor
remember the old songs they're right now more than ever
Three Hours
Go change job a right old performance!
Leave for new opportunities
You want more money this is given
Yet he tells you it’s let than you get now
This is no good but let’s proceed
And see how it goes who knows
The job maybe a winner rather than
A duffer which it seems to be
We will know in three hours’ time
Bootleg
Use the bootleg illegal software
It does the job word processing
Just close the annoying dialog box
Away you go with your illicit Word version
Write a poem a song a story a thesis
What will you write today?
Weather Alert
We are warned of the coming flood
Yet some still want to hike
Others want to swim in the river
Some climb up the dry valley
The sky is blue here
No worries we think
Till the flood water hits
At 200 kilometres an hour
You'd of wished you were home
Reading gaming or seeing films
Not broken in bits by the flood
All that brown turgid angry water
You still wanna go outside?
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