A University of Aberdeen graduate with a First in Computer Science. A past in publishing and a passion for writing poetry this seemed like the perfect outlet for getting the quick fix. Never assume that you are no good at what you love as if you love it enough you will make it better. Take that form a dyslexic who was told they would never be able to write with any quality.
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You are risking your life, With no benefit to yourself, With no additional pay, And no additional recognition. But day by day you do, What you have to, To help those in need, While we are asked, To stay off the streets. We have it easy, In these times, While you work hard, We rest on the sidelines. Tonight we will stand, On the doorsteps of the land, Clapping hard from John o’ Groats, Right to Land’s End
How many poops, Are you going to have to do, Or all the other visits, To the bathroom, To use all that paper, You stock pilled, While thinking about yourself, And no-one else, How many visits, To your overstocked loo, Will you have to do, To clear that conscience, A stain that even tissue paper, Cannot wipe away.
These are crazy times, Times beyond belief, Some will be feeling fear, Some sadly feeling greife, And then there are those, Selfish few, Who think about no-one else, Those who clear the shelves, And seed panic among the rest, Please get a sense of reality, Habits…stock piling.. stupidity!
Times became bleak, And hope looked lost, For some its worrying, Because of the cost. *** A darkening fell, All over the world, With panic and fear, Words that are hurled. *** These times are dark, With no end in sight, Just keep your mind, Focused on the light.
Some prophets are poets, Some write small sonnets, So here is me as a prophet, With my view on tomorrow. **** There is a storm here, It’s is very much clear, But it won’t be long, Until it is gone. *** We need to ride it out, And help those with nout, While the storm passes, Until it is over. *** Clear skies are coming, The way things are running, Keep Calm and Carry On, Until the Coronavirus is gone.
Just please stop, We get it you hurt, But you didn’t bother for years. Stop your crocodile tears, You weren’t there to help, You didn’t even bother. But now you soak it up, Make sure your noticed, And get the sympathy. Well those who know the truth, Will know who you were, The person who didn’t bother. So when you post your, Your “woe it’s me”s, Think of the others you are hurting.