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Thursday 1 February 2024

The Breadlines Back In Fashion

A poem by Ryan B Oxley 



The breadlines are back in fashion,
Foodbank beans and cup-a-soup passions,
Queues at the bus stop, 
Poundland passions, 
Everyone is skint, 
Cos' the breadlines back in Fashion!

The breadlines back in fashion,
Cost-of-living, closed shops,
No jobs, no luck, and no compassion,
Everyone is skint, 
Cos' the breadlines back in Fashion!

The breadlines back in fashion,
Foodbank beans and cost-of-living rations,
Queues at the dole club and Primark passions, 
Everyone is skint, 
Cos' the breadlines back in Fashion!


A poem inspired by Sheffield City Centre, and the words of Doctor John Cooper Clarke


Friday 31 March 2023

A Container Park In Sheffield Town - A Poem About Sheffield's Container Park

 

''A Container Park In Sheffield Town''


On Friday night (4th of November 2022), I took a trip to Sheffield to attend a gig at Sheffield City Hall. Walking my way to the venue, I saw the ''Sheffield Container Park''. The council have spent a reported £446,000 on this thing, and it's an absolute eyesore! The cost hits home when you look around the city and see social depravity, poverty, homelessness, and pound shops galore. 

I went to the gig to see punk poet legend (Dr) John Cooper Clarke and felt inspired enough to write this. It's off the cuff, speedily written, and is (I hope) a nod to JCC's socially intelligent style. Incidentally, I love Sheffield. I know it can do better than this!;


A Container Park that sits in town, 

Rank commercialism for half a million pounds, 

The homeless man sits nearby,

sipping cider to drown, 

whilst the eyesore sits empty, and no one's around


A decadent town hall that sits in town, 

that spent half a million pounds, 

and no one goes down,

Overpriced food that could feed the poverty-stricken,

half a million quid and all it does is sicken. 


A container park that sits in town, 

local rags won't bring this down, 

No writing about the council clowns, 

whilst the poverty-stricken sink cider to drown. 


(c) @rybazoxo 05.11.22 Find more of my writing here www.ryanoxleywriter.blogspot.com