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Fucking Upside Down In a Blazing Avro Manchester Bomber – Poems from My Life and More


Fucking Upside Down In a Blazing Avro Manchester Bomber – Poems from My Life and More

Nick Armbrister




My dad was a real man/British soldier then copper/only fools fought him

Make Sense

Looking back I should have done so many more things in life

Many decisions I made were wrong wrong wrong!

I shouldn’t have made some the choices I did in life

It’s a long list of things I should have done right

Things like joining the Royal Air Force

Or doing the wrong job for two years

Or street racing cars and crashing them

Or getting a big fat slapper up the duff

Or stopping karate training when I showed promise

Or having the wrong friends who were arseholes

Or getting my first tattoo at 20 and not 16

Or throwing stones at people, vehicles and windows

Or fighting the wrong people at school

Or not having a nice alternative girlfriend as a teen

Or being too shy with girls and losing many chances

Or having so many regrets of past issues

Or going against everything my dominant mum said

Or not getting to know other family members

Or not starting writing a decade sooner

Or not taking up guitar and singing lessons

Or not being assertive when I had to be

Or spending more time with my parents

Or so many other things that I can’t even remember

Right now I would be the same old but different me

Family Rules

I always needed something to rebel against

From my school peers who I fucking hated

To my overly dominant mother who was the boss

And the neighbours who were stuffy pricks

The controlling school rules I loathed so much

I was always had to rebel against something

It was me against the world and still is?

What amazes me is I made it thru

Physically in one piece but inside...

There was a little bit of chop along the way

But I escaped the crap of life

That ensnared many of my fellow teens

Was this because certain family rules ruled me?

Meeting Up

Why do I miss you right now?

Do I do this on purpose?

Now that you're gone

I made the choice to move

That fact rests alone with me

It is what I carry

Bit I still love you mum

Some things are eternal

Set in stone cliché

If I say it that way

Till we meet again

In our dreams

And on the other side



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