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From Bonaparte to Lionheart from the mayflower to the superpower all Nations have produce refugees at one time or another We're all to blame for this ever increasing burden of shame.

A birthday poem for NENO it's called Black Rod because for the first time in Britain's thousand year parliamentary history the position is now held by a women , this spiritual and temporal appointment of power is long overdue for a changing of the guard . The willow may look soft an gentle but inside lies her heart of oak

A song written for a friend who has decided to live on just cadbury's caramel for nine days.

A short little ditty written for a friend who's living on just Cadburys caramel each day, it had to short under a certain time to fit into the length of an advertisement.

She read mien kampt and the marquis de sade

 a sexual psychopath who fell asleep leather clad.

 A blood letting Banshee of tormenting and torture

That gave no clemency or quarter ; She had an iQ of above one hundred and twenty two a dipsomaniac who'd tremble you to with DTS and night sweat you to a cold freeze. out my latest episode!

A little song about setting off on a world tour in the late seventies, it was nothing like today there were no mobile phones or multimedia just the odd phone box for calls . Your thumb and forefinger were used for hitchhiking thousands of miles around the globe taking years and years almost a decade to the point where many of us became wonderless but we did become quite skilled in the art of conversation due to spending so much time spieling with strangers , way back when you had the safety of being completely cut off where now the new wage travellers are so guarded due to the sapiens surveillance of God Google and the silicone starzi Siri .

A short song I wrote for a friend of mine who's going on a diet of just Curly Wurlys for ten days good luck to him

This is a song i wrote about the catastrophic creations cause through having too much cosmetic surgery leaving so many a patient in the perpetual state of a reconstructive purgatory the surgeons are called the picasso's of the plastique. out my latest episode!

If you ever fall under the spell of a Jezabel then you will be lucky if you leave with your life every thing else will be ransacked and broken into pieces by these A morel Doomsday machines who don't even realise what they're doing.

A short song I wrote whilst trapped in rush hour on the M25 its certainly a highway to hell and your brain boils in its crab faced shell at night it turns into a Cannon Ball Run a hundred and seventeen miles of Mad Max fun with motor cycles screaming past like something out of the movie Top Gun .