Shallow Life

Your life is as shallow as a half dug grave;
With your smoking and your drinking and your drug-filled raves!
You think you're cool with your body full of rings,
With your implanted horns and the trash that you sing!

Your life's in the gutter - as base as can be;
With your swearing and your sex-talk and your blas-phem-y!
You think you're cool with your chest hanging out
With your mouth so vile as you scream and shout!

Your life is like rubbish that rots on a tip;
With your drinking binges, and your big fat spliff!
You think you're cool when you're high as a kite
When you go down the town and you start some fights!

Your life will end in a lonely, black grave;
Cos of your smoking and your drinking and your drug filled raves!
Nothing left behind but your bones and your rings,
Implanted horns, but no songs to sing

Deeper than the gutter - your coffin will be
No more swearing, no more sex-talk, no more blas-phem-y
No more low cut clothes with your chest hanging out.
Silence, just silence, you won't scream or shout!

Your body will rot like rubbish on a tip;
Your time is done, like your burnt out spliff.
No more highs; no flying like a kite
No more town trips and no more fights



©Carolyn Davison 2011

Bonfire Night

I remember remember the fifth of November;

The kids on the corners with guys!

They'd ask for a penny,

And if they got any

Their faces would look so surprised!

I remember remember the fifth of November

The sparklers we'd all whizz around

We'd write in the air

Avoiding our hair

Then toss them burnt out, on the ground

I remember remember the fifth of November

The rockets would fly way up high

The bonfire was huge

Heat making us rouge

With excitement you'd hear us all cry

I remember remember the fifth of November

The colours as bright as the sun.

Fireworks popped and whizzed

And sparkled and fizzed

Oh those nights were such fun!

Avon World

Some buy from me, some just diss me

I think that’s OK

If I don’t give them any credit

They will walk away

They can choose and they can buy

From pages that are bright, that’s right

The customer with the cold hard cash

Is nearly always right, Cause they are

Buying from the Avon world

And I am the Avon girl

You know that they are buying from the Avon world

And I am the Avon girl

Some like perfume, some like make-up

That’s all right with me.

Some don’t order from my brochure I

Have to let them be

Some use skincare and some use deo

I just hope they pay

Only those who spend their pennies

Make my rainy day, ‘Cause they are

Buying from the Avon world

And I am the Avon girl

You know that they are buying from the Avon world

And I am the Avon girl

Some sign-up and some say no

When I knock at their doors

Some just can’t stop selling Avon

And want to sell lots more

People come and people go

But that’s all right, you see

Sales Leadership has made me rich;

I’m always on T.V. Cause we are

Buying into the Avon world

And I am the Avon girl

You know that we are buying into the Avon world

And I am the Avon girl.

By Carolyn Davison 15th January 2011