THE POETIC JUSTICE OF LEE BLUNT

Ever get the feeling you have been dealt the wrong card, 
when times seem really tough, and the recession bites hard , 
many more thousands have become unemployed , 
no funds left to fill the void , 
times like this we all stick together , 
make satirical jokes , about the good old British weather , 
remember when our pound was so strong , 
we got our wages , and they seemed to last so long . 
the cash we had it will never be the same , will we ever regain , 
but we have to point the finger so who is to blame ? 
Our politicians lead us , but they don't seem to get it , 
a nation of debt , but crying out for more credit .

Walking to the bar and you start to feel sober ,

arrival is tempered by a creeping hangover ,

With nowhere to go but further down , down ,

With the  alchohol flush you will eventually drown,

A second wind keeps you going ,

Running on empty almost red ,

You feel like youve messed up your body ,

and your nearly dead ,

You jettison your body out on to the street ,

and all you can hear is the stomping of feet ,

hitting hard on the floor ,

of the Accident emergency corridor ,

You now only wish you ,

never had one more ,

Could have been lager , wine or bitter ,

None the less you would be a whole lot fitter .

Do you want to be a hardened drinker ,

Or yesterdays careless thinker .

By Lee Blunt

May 2008

HE WORE THE GREEN CAMOUFLAGE ,
HE WAS A SOLDIER AT LARGE ,

HE LEFT HIS HOMETOWN ROOTS ,
TO WEAR THOSE COMBAT BOOTS ,

GERMANY , POLAND AND EVEN IRAQ ,
HE,S BEEN TO ALL THE PLACES WITH A PACK ON HIS BACK ,

22 YEARS UNDER HER MAJESTYS REIGN ,
SEEN HIS SHARE OF PLEASURE AND PAIN ,

AND NOW HE IS BACK IN HIS HOME REGION ,
AND AN HONOURABLE MEMBER OF THE ROYAL BRITISH LEGION ,

OLD AND BOLD WITH A GREAT SENSE OF PRIDE ,
SAT AT THE TABLE WITH A PINT BY HIS SIDE ,

TELL HIS WAR STORIES WHERE HE WAS PUT TO THE TEST ,
HEAD HELD HIGH AND MEDALS PINNED TO HIS CHEST ,

HES THE OLD SOLDIER ,
NOBODY TOLD YA ,
ALWAYS RESPECT HIM ,
NEVER FORGET HIM .



LEE BLUNT NOV 06

 we resist all of times mutations,
and lose our hands through lost creations,

we left holes in our best laid plans,
and register every inward glance .

we made out down roads to nowhere,
and lost all purpose in the rush to get there,

from broken homes built on dust and ashes,
constantly trying to break away from the classes:)

skip a meal maybe lunch ,
lets all blame the credit crunch.

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Here I am on my own again ,

Everything stopped and I have suffered the pain ,

Things went wrong and  I took the blame ,

I,ve been down that road

And I have made it back ,

Look at me now and understand ,

Everythings changed and I am a different man ,

Things are looking up and theyre going to plan ,

Look at me now only if you can ,

I,ve turned it all around i,m a different man

I,m a different man

I am going to build on my life

And I have laid down my plans

See it my way and try to understand

You look at me now only if you can ,

Everythings changed I,m a different man ,

Oh yes a different man .

They all looked at me and advised me ,

Others kept quiet and despised me ,

I was so high I lost my sanity ,

A monster of my own depravity ,

I wasted my substance so I did ,

To much riotous living I know I did ,

But they seem to forget I was alone out there ,

Hes there everyday living his life his own way ,
Drinking himself into a stupour ,
Carling , stellas kestrel or super ,

Its been so long its turned into years ,
Hes drinking to hold back his alcoholic tears ,

Hes pissed again so shambolic ,
Its gone much further than a fun and frolics

Hes the Shambolic alcoholic
So shambolic

Hes a selfish drinker who lives his life ,
Hides away his troubles and his strife ,


Just thinks of opening cans and replacing lids ,
His alcoholic ways override thoughts of his kids ,

You have to sit him down ,
Make him confess and admit ,
Confess the problems all his own ,
Inside he will have a fit ,
His cries will come from a long hidden moan ,
He no secret hes just sick ,
Theres no secret hes the
Shambolic alcoholic .

Here comes my limousine car,

To take me home,

I’ve travelled lands afar,



I spread my wings in search of truth,

And all it brings is eternal youth,



Here it comes my limousine car,

To take me home,

I’ve travelled lands afar,



I live my life so full ,

And so high,

But the question remains,

Who am I ? ,



Theres no reason or truth in my age,

It’s my life turning another page,



The only way I see,

And the only way I know,

This is the way I intend to go,



I was born and I was created,

I’m going to live this life,

Aint never going to look back,

And feel regret or outdated.