Matt Pocock Poems

London's Burning

His eyes reflect the golden fire, his pupils burning bright
As he turns away they feel a sudden, crying urge to fight
Big Old Ben has run away, they always thought it might
London's Burning... more »

How To Quash A Rebellion

Oh crap, I think the populace
Have gone and got some impetus
Let's dumb them down with more TV
They love that television screen... more »

The Flaw Within Us All

What if the police were yet dissolved,
By some old conflict unresolved?
Would mankind lay to rest their arms?
Or would they lay to rest their qualms?... more »

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