leftylou Posted April 5, 2018 Share Posted April 5, 2018 They get up in the morning, toast, marmalade and tea Sit listening to the Today show, maybe a bit of Radio 3 Then it’s on with Berghaus parka and Merrell walking boots Charged up phones, and grammar checked signs They’ve already drawn today’s battle lines Out the door, off they go Tree hugger, don’t you know? Meet up by the plane tree, the one that we’ve named Bill Talk about yesterday’s arrests, are they in custody still? Some will be late today, dropping kids off at private schools Then it’s shout about trees, and get arrested Protecting house prices cos they’ve invested Whose Streets, Our Streets, Tally Ho! Tree hugger, don’t you know? Meanwhile down in Page Hall, another lad gets stabbed Another kiddy orphaned, because they thought he’d blabbed An old man is sectioned, the coppers take him away A young girl sells herself for a fix, like every other day And my cousin at just twenty-nine, ends it all for good We tried to tell the doctors, it was obvious he would He’d come back from Afghanistan, a total utter mess He’d not got the help he should for his post-traumatic stress No, in Page Hall they’re not talking about the trees this Wednesday morn They’re just coping with the realities of having once been born Ooh, look here’s John and Alice, I think they’ve been away To their place down in the Vendee, they got back yesterday Hi folks, how goes the struggle, still getting stuck in? I say Alice, what a lovely tan Now come and scream at this Scottish man If we do, maybe they’ll go Tree hugger, don’t you know? I heard them say on the radio that someone might have lied Do you think it was Bryan Lodge (did he eat all the pies)? Oh, John you are so naughty, such a droll and edgy wit Don’t take our trees you council louse We might have to look at a council house That would be bad, I’d feel so low Tree hugger, don’t you know? It has to be said, in Burngreave, they don’t understand the fuss It’s a twenty minute ride away on the number 83 bus But the kids don’t get clothed by Ralph Lauren, they live their life with hunger And the facts of life are simple: they’ll die 15 years younger Than the kids who come from Totley, and holiday in France Who eat their tea from Waitrose, who benefit by chance From private education, BUPA, Tennis Clubs Monday night is football, on Thursday night it’s cubs Nobody ever shouts for them, takes up their pitiful case Is it simply that they’re poor, wrong accent, outlook, race? Or is it much more basic, are we being unkind? Just that down there in the sewer, they’re out of sight, out of mind I’ve bought a plastic trumpet, going to blow it in the face Of a security guard from Amey, it will be simply ace I’ll annoy him and annoy him until he finally pops He’s had kids at a very young age Stood on the streets for minimum wage I don’t care, hear my trumpet blow! Tree hugger, don’t you know? This is about democracy, not about being middle class I mean, just look at Alan, and his wife that chunky lass They’ve not got good jobs, not got any money But they inherited the house from Alan’s Mum She’d spin in her grave seeing what they’ve done You shouldn’t take our trees away, no Tree hugger don’t you know? Abbeydale Road still simmers with tensions every night Young lads with knives are petrified but again, prepared to fight Some kid, don’t know him, got sanctioned, all a load of fuss Cos he missed signing on on Thursday, when he didn’t get the bus It didn’t come cos it was snowing, but the woman doesn’t care Just another number in the system, another loser sitting there Get a job, work is good Get out of this neighbourhood I can’t. You won’t let me. You’ve sorted your life out Now you’re pulling up the ladders, so this oafish little lout Can’t get onto your streets, can never make it there In fact why would he even think it, why does he even dare? You’ve gone as far as you can go You’re pointless don’t you know? Another day all finished, and the police were very rude Now everyone down London Road, for Azerbaijani food We’ll laugh and joke and drink merlot all through this lovely night Then sleep like babies, and do it again Whilst four homeless chaps cuddle up to their friends How did they die, I don’t give a blow! Tree hugger don’t you know? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dutch Posted April 5, 2018 Share Posted April 5, 2018 It's not about trees. I see a very judgmental bored mind in these words. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Geo-atkinson Posted April 5, 2018 Share Posted April 5, 2018 Your comments on social justice and tree protesters are two completely separate issues. I don't understand the link. I come from the Manor, but l don't want the trees chopping down around Encliffe Park. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
EmmaJones76 Posted April 5, 2018 Share Posted April 5, 2018 A fantastic poem, I would have worked a reference to quinoa and/or balsamic vinegar in there, other than that though I give it an A-. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dutch Posted April 5, 2018 Share Posted April 5, 2018 Someone's interpretation of the negative aspects of human social structure by a Tree hugger doesn't relate to trees at all. If this is a little poem than what size is a normal poem according to this poet? My poems are tiny. I identify with all social rubbish out there. Everything reduced to standard pulp. Who am I? Don't you know? Who cares what others know, first go figure out who you are, then worry about what others think of it. If you cannot see yourself there is no point in asking others to look at you and ask what they see, is there? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Holiday1166 Posted April 5, 2018 Share Posted April 5, 2018 A fantastic poem, I would have worked a reference to quinoa and/or balsamic vinegar in there, other than that though I give it an A-.. Totally agree Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
monkey104 Posted April 5, 2018 Share Posted April 5, 2018 They get up in the morning, toast, marmalade and tea Sit listening to the Today show, maybe a bit of Radio 3 Then it’s on with Berghaus parka and Merrell walking boots Charged up phones, and grammar checked signs They’ve already drawn today’s battle lines Out the door, off they go Tree hugger, don’t you know? Meet up by the plane tree, the one that we’ve named Bill Talk about yesterday’s arrests, are they in custody still? Some will be late today, dropping kids off at private schools Then it’s shout about trees, and get arrested Protecting house prices cos they’ve invested Whose Streets, Our Streets, Tally Ho! Tree hugger, don’t you know? Meanwhile down in Page Hall, another lad gets stabbed Another kiddy orphaned, because they thought he’d blabbed An old man is sectioned, the coppers take him away A young girl sells herself for a fix, like every other day And my cousin at just twenty-nine, ends it all for good We tried to tell the doctors, it was obvious he would He’d come back from Afghanistan, a total utter mess He’d not got the help he should for his post-traumatic stress No, in Page Hall they’re not talking about the trees this Wednesday morn They’re just coping with the realities of having once been born Ooh, look here’s John and Alice, I think they’ve been away To their place down in the Vendee, they got back yesterday Hi folks, how goes the struggle, still getting stuck in? I say Alice, what a lovely tan Now come and scream at this Scottish man If we do, maybe they’ll go Tree hugger, don’t you know? I heard them say on the radio that someone might have lied Do you think it was Bryan Lodge (did he eat all the pies)? Oh, John you are so naughty, such a droll and edgy wit Don’t take our trees you council louse We might have to look at a council house That would be bad, I’d feel so low Tree hugger, don’t you know? It has to be said, in Burngreave, they don’t understand the fuss It’s a twenty minute ride away on the number 83 bus But the kids don’t get clothed by Ralph Lauren, they live their life with hunger And the facts of life are simple: they’ll die 15 years younger Than the kids who come from Totley, and holiday in France Who eat their tea from Waitrose, who benefit by chance From private education, BUPA, Tennis Clubs Monday night is football, on Thursday night it’s cubs Nobody ever shouts for them, takes up their pitiful case Is it simply that they’re poor, wrong accent, outlook, race? Or is it much more basic, are we being unkind? Just that down there in the sewer, they’re out of sight, out of mind I’ve bought a plastic trumpet, going to blow it in the face Of a security guard from Amey, it will be simply ace I’ll annoy him and annoy him until he finally pops He’s had kids at a very young age Stood on the streets for minimum wage I don’t care, hear my trumpet blow! Tree hugger, don’t you know? This is about democracy, not about being middle class I mean, just look at Alan, and his wife that chunky lass They’ve not got good jobs, not got any money But they inherited the house from Alan’s Mum She’d spin in her grave seeing what they’ve done You shouldn’t take our trees away, no Tree hugger don’t you know? Abbeydale Road still simmers with tensions every night Young lads with knives are petrified but again, prepared to fight Some kid, don’t know him, got sanctioned, all a load of fuss Cos he missed signing on on Thursday, when he didn’t get the bus It didn’t come cos it was snowing, but the woman doesn’t care Just another number in the system, another loser sitting there Get a job, work is good Get out of this neighbourhood I can’t. You won’t let me. You’ve sorted your life out Now you’re pulling up the ladders, so this oafish little lout Can’t get onto your streets, can never make it there In fact why would he even think it, why does he even dare? You’ve gone as far as you can go You’re pointless don’t you know? Another day all finished, and the police were very rude Now everyone down London Road, for Azerbaijani food We’ll laugh and joke and drink merlot all through this lovely night Then sleep like babies, and do it again Whilst four homeless chaps cuddle up to their friends How did they die, I don’t give a blow! Tree hugger don’t you know? Hit the nail on the head there. Very good. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Geo-atkinson Posted April 5, 2018 Share Posted April 5, 2018 Have a go at this one..... Oi! Don't chop down my trees, I like to hear them russlin in the breeze, In the summer, the pollen makes me sneeze, Don't chop down my trees. What ya doin with all that wood? I hope you doin somthin good, is the new tree that you plant same as the one you made vacant? (sorry) or is it somethin cheaper like a sycamore or a creeper You say the old tree can cause harm Don't belong on the street, belong on a farm Now you take away the shade that the tree has made You take away the houses for the birds and the mouses you open up the sky, let in the light But the street is bare... "Oi! you up there." Don't take away my trees Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dutch Posted April 5, 2018 Share Posted April 5, 2018 Have a go at this one..... Oi! Don't chop down my trees, I like to hear them russlin in the breeze, In the summer, the pollen makes me sneeze, Don't chop down my trees. What ya doin with all that wood? I hope you doin somthin good, is the new tree that you plant same as the one you made vacant? (sorry) or is it somethin cheaper like a sycamore or a creeper You say the old tree can cause harm Don't belong on the street, belong on a farm Now you take away the shade that the tree has made You take away the houses for the birds and the mouses you open up the sky, let in the light But the street is bare... "Oi! you up there." Don't take away my trees That's a poem about trees. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
paula4sheff Posted April 5, 2018 Share Posted April 5, 2018 (edited) It's about a little more than trees though isn't it- as anyone who bothers to read the issue would now know. Why you've got so much time to write a 'poem' about people who are willing to risk prosecution to protect the neighborhoods they live is beyond me. No time to write about anything about the corruption of Amey or the state of the council though? It beats me why people mock the tree protesters- if you don't agree with them, fair enough (although I find it very strange why anyone would want to see healthy trees felled that don't need to be). But why mock people who are doing something, for no personal gain, to highlight the PFI deals, the lies, and the breakdown of democracy across the City to the wider country and indeed the world? There's plenty of things worth mocking and railing against in the world- people protesting at a greedy and corrupt multinational company isn't one of them. Edited April 5, 2018 by paula4sheff Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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