Thanks but no thanks
I will not buy a doctorate or any other second rate.
Useless diploma or degree that you are keen to sell to me.
A B.Sc or M.BA as long as I’m prepared to pay
You are prepared to certify not only that I qualify.
In any subject I may choose. There is no way you will
refuse to supply me with a degree. Almost not quite a forgery
Apparently legitimate but what these colleges don’t state
Employers who are worldly wise will refuse to recognise
Degrees which have been granted by some obscure university
Though you were fooled they will not be; employers are fooled easily
You will be wiser to ignore spam messages that promise more
Much more than what they can achieve. They should be banned I do believe.
They’re just a money making scam by folks who do not give a damn
About your future anyway as long as you’re prepared to pay
You have no come back legally you pay for your naïveté.
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A pinch of Salt
A title does not signify
you are in fact a gentleman.
Aristocrats can cheat and lie
as readily as any man.
alleged degrees don’t guarantee
that you possess intelligence
They can be purchased easily
by those who lack the common sense
To know that titles and degrees
although intended to impress.
Are counterfeit as currencies
which are in fact quite valueless.
You can’t expect to get respect
because you a titled man.
I see no reason to accept
your claim to be a gentleman.
Some people are fooled easily.
Accept your claims at face value
but some are wise enough to see
that what you claim may not be true.
A scholar and a gentleman
is not too hard to recognise.
I’m’ sure you will find that you can.
If you just use your ears and eyes.
Do not be fooled by their pretence.
The claims they cannot verify
Rely upon your common sense
The inner voice you can’t deny.
Why should you show them your respect.
They show but small respect for you.
Its wiser to be circumspect
until they prove their claims are true.
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True Heroes
There at my feet my comrade lies
as though he were but fast asleep.
Death came and took him by surprise.
All soldiers know that life is cheap.
As does each politician.
Whose lies persuade young men to go
and sign on as a fighting man.
Because they are too young to know.
Their country’s leaders are not wise.
Although they all profess to be
They all refuse to recognise
in war there is no victory.
Except the claims which death will make.
That he has added to his score
the lives he’s taken and will take.
In this and any future war.
It has been so through history.
Old men send young men to die
and praise them for their bravery
Although they lie and know they lie.
Dead heroes are of little use.
Of course we praise their memory.
It takes a brave man to refuse
to go and face the enemy.
Though some accept they will not kill
but tend wounded where they can
They are prepared to use their skill
to help not harm their fellow man.
01/05/2009
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Fight for freedom a rant
The English pub is dying fast.
Strangled by regulations.
I think I’ll live to see the last.
There’ll be no celebrations
There is no where to celebrate
no local institutions.
Unless before it is too late.
A stay of execution.
Is granted by the powers that be
who recognise their foolishness
reversing their stupid decrees
which have proved their total uselessness.
Free the pubs from petty rules,
No one can truly understand
designed by pettifogging fools.
Its up to us we must demand
Repeal of anti smoking laws
and simply let the landlord choose
what seems to be the wiser course.
To allow smoking or refuse.
The customers will let him know
if his decision is correct.
Vote with their feet and choose to go
to any pub which they select.
Where they can smoke or to refuse
Acknowledge we have got the right
As free born Englishmen to choose
Before the last pub fades from sight.
I may survive to see the last
and wonder what will take their place.
An old tradition overcast.
They will just vanish without trace.
Unless we are prepared to fight
to change the governmental view.
The pubs are part of our birthright
I ‘m sure we are entitled to.
Choose to do what we enjoy
To smoke and drink and chat with friends
Whatever tactics they employ
To achieve their stated ends
Presenting theories as facts
in their attempts to frighten us.
They try to justify their acts.
Which frankly makes me furious
I smoke because I chose to smoke
Nobody is coercing me
I treat their theories as a joke
not to be taken literally
24/10/2009
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter CXII: Well Prepared
It’s not because a paranoia
It’s not because too cautious
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because a behavior
It’s not because a ritual
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because a genius
It’s not because a clairvoyant
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because detailed analysis
It’s not because calculative plan
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because great strategy
It’s not because flexible mind
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because fantastic budget
It’s not because faithful skill
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because full concentration
It’s not because amateur luck
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because long experience
It’s not because under pressure creativity
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because improved condition
It’s not because natural selection
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because the way of destiny
It’s not because the welcome opportunity
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because calmness
It’s not because maturity
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because success experiment
It’s not because perfect system
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because evil prediction
It’s not because love attention
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because reliable power
It’s not because easy adaptation
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because giving in
It’s not because believing
It’s just well prepared
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Looking back, nostalgically
The dreaming spires of Oxford lie
beneath an ever changing sky
A place where students aspire to
the earning of a sporting blue.
Or concentrate their energy
towards a double first degree
Some will succeed and make their mark.
To others just a youthful lark
An honoured university
which has been here for centuries
The town and gown oft disagree
they co exist uneasily
The students come from far and wide
to study by this riverside.
They stay here temporarily.
Then they must move on hopefully.
They leave the dreaming spires behind
as they strike out and try to find.
Some way to make their dreams come true
Some will succeed the elite few
.
On leaving university
you have to face reality.
The dreaming spires reluctantly
must be consigned to memory.
There is so much they need to learn.
As everybody must in turn,
success does not come easily.
Degrees provide no guarantee.
Now is the time when you must show
How much or little that you know.
Demonstrate your ability
and your adaptability..
Convince employers that you can
Do just as well as any man.
Although you lack experience
you have expressed a preference
by choosing them to apply to.
You like the kind of work they do.
If you survive the interview
and they decide to employ you.
Your years at university
As you will very quickly see
have not prepared you to compete.
Your dancing to a different beat.
You have signed on to the Rat race.
The city is a different place
From Oxford and its dreaming spires
where scholars pursue their desires.
All that counts here is success
you have work hard to progress.
Life here is lived by different rules
the city has no time for fools.
You must produce results it seems
If you want to fulfil your dreams.
Although in truth you’d rather be
back at your university.
The dreaming spires of Oxford lie
beneath an ever changing sky.
They do not change, no reason to.
Unlike the students who must do.
16-Mar-09
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Are You Ready?
Are you ready?
Action boy now
Action girl now
Be prepared to climb another mountain
Are you ready?
Action boy now
Action girl now
Be prepared to swim across the ocean
Are you ready?
Be prepared
To fill you plate
Be prepared
Dont hesitate
Be prepared
For a great big bust
Be prepared
To do what you must
Be prepared
To take a hit
Be prepared
To go for it
Be prepared
For a sneak attack
Be prepared
Just dont look back
They say, where theres a will theres a way
Weve heard, these are the things that they say
So.
Reach out for that big fat star
Stick to the groove
And go real far
Outrun the ones who steal the abar (? ? )
Are you ready?
Action boy now
Action girl now
Be prepared to blast into the future
Action boy now
Action girl now
Be prepared to rearrange the picture
Are you ready?
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Intellectual Property
.
The copyright belongs to me.
Which I can prove quite easily
If you attempt to plagiarise.
You might well find to your surprise.
I will not hesitate to sue.
So think again before you do.
You will not get away scott free.
You cannot steal my property.
Such theft incurs a penalty
The Law provides a remedy
for those who claim dishonestly
that they have written it not me.
Are you prepared to pay the price
or wise enough to heed advice.
30/06/2009
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It might come back into fashion for all long suffering husbands
Why do we hoard things we don’t use?
Why is that we always choose
to take the easy way.
Turn a blind eye.
We will decide another day
what to keep, what to throw away
Although there’s no reason why
we should refuse
We’re well aware what we should try
to clear some space before we buy.
That gorgeous pair of shoes
We should say nay.
We know quite well we should refuse
but bargains we can always use.
Thursday,19 November 2009
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It might come back into fashion
Why do we hoard things we don’t use?
Why is that we always choose
to take the easy way.
Turn a blind eye.
We will decide another day
what to keep, what to throw away
Although there’s no reason why
we should refuse
We’re well aware what we should try
to clear some space before we buy.
That gorgeous pair of shoes
We should say nay.
We know quite well we should refuse
but bargains we can always use.
Thursday,19 November 2009
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Be Prepared (Fun Poem 93)
Be prepared; be prepared,
that statement does not apply
to anyone in the British Government.
They are never prepared
except for grabbing taxes;
they are prepared for that, yes.
To keep the country running,
they are never prepared for that.
A couple of inches of snow
and they are running around like headless chickens
wondering just what to do.
They ignore the weather warnings
and end up with egg on their faces.
It is obvious they were never in the Boy Scouts.
Now the Scouts are always prepared.
They keep a condom in their wallet
in case any frisky Girl Guide should pass their way.
Unlike the British Government
who has to apologise for their lack of for-thought,
when they knew it would snow.
3 February 2009
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Diversity for Friend Leslie
The sonnet form is capable
of being very flexible
It can be used to air your views
on almost anything at all.
From memories which you recall
to any subject you may choose.
Purists refuse to recognise
a sonnet form which in their eyes
is worthy of a total ban.
Because it differ from the form
which they insist must be the norm.
Petrarchan or Shakespearian.
Although they can stick to their views
I must refuse. I can’t agree
16/05/2009
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Jeffreys sonnet
Devised by Scott.J.Alcorn.
*syllables per line
Two sestets with a cross rhymed couplet.
Rhyme pattern
xxxxxxxA
xxxxxxxA
xxxxxxxBxxxxxxxC
xxxxxxxC
xxxxxxxB
xxxxbxx xD
xxxxxxxD
xxxxxxxE
xxxxxxxF
xxxxxxx F
xxxxxxxE
xxxxxxxG
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Divine protection?
Although we try, we can’t define the attributes of the divine
So most of us choose to accept what we are told; someone’s concept.
Is God a he? Is god a she, perhaps both simultaneously
Did God create the universe? Is curiosity our curse?
Is it right that we should fear god? I find this idea rather odd
It does not seem appropriate to live in fear the normal state.
Maybe God is a neutral source of power we can tap into
Though we are free to choose our course. Responsible for what we do
I do not know what I believe and I refuse to speculate
There’s nothing guessing will achieve I will not learn if I but wait.
Perchance we are collectively all tiny parts of one great whole
And will attain divinity, when we rejoin the over soul.
A theory you may reject and many will I must expect
alhough I say in its defence you must weigh up the evidence.
Consider what you have been taught, cast doubt on its validity
It may not be as you had thought, an absolute, a certainty.
The truth is that nobody knows. Because we aren’t intended to.
If we were wise we’d recognise some things are hidden from our eyes.
Because we could not comprehend the nature of divinity.
To suffering humanity God must remain a mystery.
17/06/2009
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Infidels prayer.
It seems from mankind’s history,
that there is and will always be.
Some new compelling reason why.
Men are prepared to fight and die
in pursuit of some abstract cause.
They think they have the right to force
on other men who disagree
and will resist them violently.
Religions come, religions go
and every new one claims to know.
Much better than the ones before
and is prepared to go to war.
On anyone who disagrees.
God save me form religion please.
Sunday,31 January 2010
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The only Way to go.
Some choose to grow old quietly
but others take a different view.
They chose to live disgracefully.
Why should you give up having fun.
Because you’ve reached a certain age.
There are still things you haven’t done.
You want to do before you die
Though your time may be limited.
You see no reason not to try
To make your madcap dreams come true.
Why should you sit and vegetate
as other folks expect you to.
You are the captain of your fate.
So you can do what you want to.
Tomorrow may be far too late.
So do it now immediately.
Regardless of the consequence.
What does it matter anyway?
Society may not agree.
You have the right to your own view
Choose to act disgracefully.
You’ll find that life is much more fun
than sitting watching the T.V.
Show the world you’re still someone
Seize every opportunity
that life’s prepared to offer you.
To shock your neighbours thoroughly.
They choose to sit and wait to die.
You choose to do the opposite.
You won’t surrender easily/
But fight until your final breath
because it is your nature to
Although you know you can’t beat death.
You know that one day you must die
but until then you choose to live
Just as you wish disgracefully.
01/09/09
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That's what causing problems in our world
That's what causing problems in our world
people without the moral on the board
I wish there was a university with moral degree
everybody has to have it from the boss to employee
All they teach our children is profit and more profit
do it even you have to legally or ilegally cheat
Use your knowledge to make money
you deserve to be rich, hell with everybody
So what if we have so many professionals graduate from best university
If they are insensitive to the poverty and enviromental problems in our society
We human like to blame problems on everybody around us
Even though we are part of the problems, so stop making so much fuss
A university degree without moral back up graduates a monster
who goes to the society and rub the people like a gangster
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Forward Planning.
God rest ye greedy merchants all.
The time has come when you display
the tawdry goods you hope to sell
to foolish folk prepared to pay.
Much more than what your goods are worth.
To give as gifts on Christmas day
Your tills are ringing merrily
in tune with carols which you play
Creating an ambience which
encourages folks to spend.
A great deal more than otherwise
On which your profits will depend.
I have no doubt you’re planning to
make more profits at Easter too.
Saturday,27 November 2010
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I Refuse
Everythings heaven sent
Thats what you said and went
Inside your fairy glass
Somethin you think will last
And when they crop you like a clown
You got your smile on upside down
B-baby I refuse
(I do refuse)
Uh, you can pick or choose
(I do refuse)
Find omebody else to use
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
And everythings on a whim
Thats what you said to him
Lyin in wunderlust
Are feelings you never trust
And when they pamper you with ice
I cant believe you dont think twice
Uh baby I refuse
(I do refuse)
Uh, you can pick or choose
(I do refuse)
Find somebody else to use
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
And everyone makes the play
With nothing left much to say
Theyre all in an endless line
Waiting for equal time
They keep screaming its the truth
And you keep kneelin in the booth
Oh baby I refuse
(I do refuse)
Uh, you can pick or choose
(I do refuse)
Find somebody else to use
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
Oh, I do refuse
(I do refuse)
Oh, you got nothin to lose
(I do refuse)
Find somebody else to use
(find somebody else to use)
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
I refuse
(I do refuse)
Ah, oo-oo
(I do refuse)
(find somebody else to use)
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
I refuse
(I do refuse)
Oo, oh got nothin to lose
(I do refuse)
(find somebody else to use)
(I do refuse)
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Aiding and Abetting
The right to live, the right to die
It’s my responsibility.
It is my choice or it should be
When life has lost all quality
I am in constant agony
There’s nothing else in life for me
What right have you to prevent me?
from dying with some dignity.
Why do you think I should endure
the agonies that death would cure.
The choice is mine and mine alone
and I have made my wishes known
Who gave you the right to say me nay.
To bid me that I have to stay
Are you prepared to take my place
and face the future that I face.
You have the right to your own view
but you are not entitled to.
Dictate to me what I should do.
Its long past time for a review.
Clarification of the law.
What the law is and what it’s for.
If I should choose the date and time
Of my demise is that a crime.
And if it’s not, assisting me.
Becoming an accessory.
Should not incur a penalty
but seems to do incredibly.
If suicide is not a crime
and is not apparently.
How can you justify the time.
Punishing those who have helped me..
31/07/2009
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Irrelevant
The history we learn at school.
Is mostly untrue as a rule.
A rather biased point of view.
Recorded by the victors who,
in an attempt to justify
their actions are prepared to lie.
The losers cannot air their views
and so we have no chance to choose.
Which version is more accurate.
Which gives me confidence to state.
The rubbish taught as history,
should not be taken seriously
Not only probably untrue
it is distinctly boring too.
26-Oct-08
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Am I a Sinner or a Saint?
I will supply pure heroine
To all the hopheads on the street
And then the clean up will begin
I’ll rid the city of dead beats.
A drastic plan but effective.
The have free choice they need not use.
It is their choice to live or die.
I doubt that many will refuse.
Am I sinner or a saint?
to contemplate mass homicide
To rid the city of this taint.
It’s up to you, you must decide.
Am I murderer or not.
They choose to use what I supply
Some use a little some a lot.
Is it my fault if they all die.
I am the last man they’d expect
to even think of such a plan.
For after all who would suspect.
such tactics from a clergyman.
My plan proved to be a great success
The city streets are safer now.
I have some doubts I must confess.
But I feel justified some how.
I do believe in mans free will.
To choose to use or not use
A substance which will likely kill.
I don’t believe in drug abuse.
17/10/2009
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