I hate religion with a passion.
It makes no sense
It’s a bit like fashion
A man up in the clouds looks down on us
Minding us in him we trust
He created this planet and the universe
He gave his blessing and his curse
He knows every single human being
He’s all powerful and all seeing
Hut where’s evidence
Where’s the proof?
This God fella must be a spoof
Science proves more than the Catholic Church.
Religion’s belief without research
And if ‘God’ says he loves all his ‘children’
then why do people die so young?
Why is there horrible diseases like cancer and aids?
Why have we so many reasons to be afraid.
Why is there terrorist groups like ISIS?
Why are we stuck in an economic crisis?
There’s so many things wrong with the place.
This is why I hate religion
It’s all fake.
When I Look Out the Window
When I look out the window
And I see what’s going on
I shake my head and just yawn
Teenagers involved in things they shouldn’t be
Smoking, drinking, robberies.
Everywhere I go
I see people in the low
And that just goes to show,
But everyone just goes with the flow.
Small town people
Small town minds
Gossip turn sour
No secrets left behind.
Small town stories
Small town fairs
Drowning in the lake
When times get tough
And life gets rough
It’s hard to cope
And some go for the rope.
When you try and stay OK
Sometimes your mind can stray
So try and stay strong
And do nothing silly or wrong
So keep your head high
Don’t let your life fly by.
Depression is a bitch
And not something you can itch
This is Where
This is where the lads lush before mantra
This is where we get scran at lunch
This is where you meet the beures for a feek
This is where they smoke before school
This is where we go to learn
This is where we hide our lush
This is where we run from the shades
This is where we make new mates
This is where we lose friends
This is where we die.
When Aldo fought McGregor
Aldo first pulled a legged
Couldn’t fight ‘cus he “bust his rib”
Afraid of losing the belt that McGregor would strip
From his knocked out body
His face would be bloody
A battle to remember
Or a drawn out surrender?
Yes, Aldo knew from the start he would lose
McGregor was king and Aldo the fool.
When the night finally came
The arena shook
As Aldo bowed down to McGregors left hook
As the Irish crowd cheered, the Brazilians sneered
They all see the real Aldo, full of shame and fear
We’ve seen it through history
Time and time again
That this is what happens when mice challenge men.
McGregor could feel it
To be champion, it beckoned
And won in a fight of 13 seconds.
Fed up of losing
Sometimes sport can be bruising.
Giving it your best
But all of it in jest
To win just once is all we want,
We’d find no need to flaunt.
For we know that awful feeling
Which needs so much healing.
They all try to look the same
All try to give themselves a name
Pick on the boy who is all alone
Just because his identity is his own
What has this world come to?
All this wrong that people do
Just for the image they want to show
down the evil path they seem to go
The next person you go to hurt
Or try to make feel like dirt
Instead of trying to look cool
Feel for the guy you make look a fool
A cool identity isn’t a need
Let those you bully be freed
Your identity should be your own
A better person you will be known.
Haters Gonna Hate
People are going to hate,
But then they’ll debate
Telling you that all you are is second class,
So yeah, haters gonna take a pass
But just say screw you buddy
And I’ll tell you what is ruddy
Your fate is second rate if you keep going on with this dispute.
Yeah haters gonna stick in the boot
But in the end I know you won’t listen to my words
Your haters gonna come in their herds.
So take your hate, your fate and your misguided debate
And stick it where the sun don’t shine
Yeah haters gonna hate.
I am a Believer
I am a believer.
I can take anything.
Take a hit make a hit give a hit.
People get depressed
Don’t go and see the rest
They stay at home
They don’t share their problems
or their stories.
They bottle it up
with all their worries
I’m sick of people thinking they understand
of people thinking they’re better than me.
I’m sick of people trying to comfort me
of people ignoring me.
I’m sick of the way I can’t sleep
of the way I can’t wake up.
I’m sick of being told to slow down
of being told to speed up.
I’m sick of this poem
of its meaning.
I’m sick of ‘minding my business’
I’m sick of the short end of the stick
I’m really sick of being sick
From the time I was born
I’ve been moving along
Nothing to fear
Somewhere to belong
That all changed in secondary school
A whole new place, lots of new rules
I was confused, it was different
Hard to explain
A lot to lose, little to gain
Very few people to call my friends
Until I entered Transition year
And I was sane again.
When life throws you down
You get back up
And you tell life,
I don’t give a ****.
(Ode to Alcohol)
The queasy feeling in my stomach
The pounding in my head
The only thoughts in my mind
Were wishing I was dead
My forehead covered in cold sweats
Body shakes beyond control
The endless aching in my bones
As you consumed my very soul
The minutes turned into hours
The hours turned into days
Suddenly, every moment that I ever lived
Was just a smoke-filled haze.
As I watched my body waste away
And my life slowly coming to an end
I realised I was wrong
You’re the devil & not my friend
So, I’m taking back what’s left of my life
Not one more second will you dominate
I’ll bet the strength that lives in me
You didn’t anticipate
Cast your spell on someone else
Find another unsuspecting prey
I came to live, NOT to die
And my life begins TODAY…
Sir Alex the God, called it day
Much to the awe off us all.
Then came Moyes who a lot thought might be able to lay
A new era of Manchester success.
But he turned out to only be a fool and we had to give him the boot.
Then came the great Giggs who we prayed could bring back Alex Ferguson’s way
But that very next summer Louis Van Gaal arrived and much to our dismay
He hasn’t quite fit into our way.