Gratuitous Plug for My band AFS !!

TNS Night at Retro Bar Manchester Sunday 2nd August 2009

Debut Poetry Reading !

Well folks I will be making my debut as Jonny Maveriq - Punk Rock Poet at the Retro Bar on Sackville Street in Manchester on Sunday 2nd August,I'm on first so I expect that'll be fairly early,doors around 6pm I think

20 YEARS

20 years living in Manchester
20 years living in Gunchester
20 years living in Creativechester
20 years living in Musichcester
20 years living in Footballchester
20 years living in Skatingchester
20 years living in Punkrockchester
20 years living in Skachester
20 years living in Dubchester
20 years living in Artchester
20 years living in Drunkenchester
And my friends still ask
What the fuck did you move to Manchester for
I moved here 'cos it's where I wannabechester
And here's to 20 more

OLD PUNX

Old Punx never die
We just stand at the back
Quietly sipping our Pernod and Black
But not through a straw
Like we did when we were kids
'Cos someone told us
We'd get pissed more quickly

Old Punx never die
We just stand at the back
Wondering whether it would be worth it
Jumping into the pit
And getting kicked to shit

Old Punx never die
We just stand at the back
Often bemoaning
How Punk just ain't what it used to be
Back in the day

Old Punx never die
So lets not stand at the back
Lets get down with the kids
With theirr floppy hair
And skinny jeans
And show 'em whats Punk is really about

Old Punx never die

Mr POLICEMAN

Mr Policeman
You're dancing on my head
Mr Policeman
You're beating me to death

We've the right to peacful protest
But it's around for all to see
The sickening sight of
Ongoing police brutality

Your batons drawn at will
Going in for the kill
Herding us into corners
Did you ever think to warn us

Innocent people beaten
For all the media to see
The Red Tops in the morning
Will label it 'Anarchy'

The sorrowful deaths of so many
Will there ever be an end
I can't even photograph you
Beating shit out of my friend

I don't wanna be another fatality
Police brutality
It's a reality

GLOBAL MELTDOWN

So the worlds in economic crisis
The politicians don't care they're doing ok
The bankers are out there in some far off land
I believe one's got a pension of 700 grand

Those at the top the cream of the crop
Get to wallow in luxury and no poverty
While us down below are wading in shit
Trying to eke out some nornal existance

War rages on across foriegn lands
Killing one another by their own hands
Arms spending increasing to obscene billions
While unemployment rises to untold millions

What's the solution I've no fucking idea
But the rebel kindred spirits gathered here
Can all stand together with one true voice
And maybe one day we'll make our own choice