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Poetry By: Shane P

Apoem about the joys of council estates

Submitted:Mar 5, 2013    Reads: 15    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

These council estates;

With high rise flats,

No ball game signs,

And flea ridden rats,

Sixteen year old mothers;

With five screaming brats,

The drunken dads;

In baseball caps,


Hookers on corners,

Dealers by the bins,

Needles in the playground;

That the kids play in,

A life of crime,

It's where it begins,

Youths in fancy clothes,

Wearing sovereign rings,


Teenagers in cars,

With their music loud,

Cruising along slowly,

With their windows down,

ASBO's and ankle tags;

Make their mothers proud,

Staying out late,

They hang around in crowds,


Being on Jeremy Kyle,

Is their claim to fame,

A local celebrity,

Who passed the blame,

With missing teeth,

And a useless brain,

Lie detector results,

Result in shame,


These council estates,

Aren't much fun,

Everyone's related,

Your sisters your mum,

Your brothers at the bank,

With a loaded gun,

Your dads a convict,

Whos on the run.


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