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Mike Defendant
Mike Defendant is a multi instrumentalist, singer-songwriter, and poet from Springfield, Ohio. Since 2008, Mike has been involved with the Punk and DIY scene around the United States. More information can be found at www.mikedefendant.com
All The Dark Things
All of the dark things come out at night, Some of them are waiting in your line of sight.
Some of them are so close, some of them are here, but it's best to choose wisely and not live in fear.
It's best to get up and let your strength show. You'll learn fast that you're stronger than you know.
No matter the battle, or what you go through. I'm on your team, always rooting for you.
All Of The Dark Things
It Stands In The Shadows
Early in the morning when the clock strikes 3, something here is lurking and it's searching just for me.
It's got slimy hands and giant wet feet. It's looking for human, it's looking to eat.
Old rags for clothes, I don't know the age. It's filled with lots of hunger and it's filled with lots of rage.
It stands in the shadows by the foot of my bed. Is thing living or is this thing dead.
It smells familiar. Some smell I've forgotten. But not from a good time, this smell is so rotten.
It crawls and it creeps, it continues to stare. It waits for me to sleep again or be unaware.
It growls a low growl, it takes a deep breath. Once again here I am thinking about death.
It starts to eat me, it's going so fast. This very sentence could be my last.
It Stands In The Shadows
Dorian Harris
Dorian Harris is a poet from Barrow in Furness. He is co-writer of the poetry collection 'Poetry Inspired By A Cubicle Wall'.
Dorian is also a musician who is studying at University in Manchester, where he is expanding his fan base both musically and vocally.
The Landlord Special
Off-white, and it's cracked alright
The heating don't work so hold me tight
It's bloody cold - no, fucking freezing
What's the reason, for all this mold
It's the landlord special
The curtains are drab
My sink smells like crab
I'd say the rents cheap so I cant be mad
But me landlords just bought a new Jeep
And he says its a Jag
Every day seems to drag
It's the landlord special
Can hardly afford the neccesities,
Never mind the finer luxuries
Cup of tea? Biscuits for two
Pounds my heads cos I dont have a dog
yet, it's true, the backyard smells of --
Its the landlord special
The Landlord Special
Benefits
Are you short of cash,
and on your arse?
One-ply newspaper leaving you
with nappy rash?
If you’re sick of eating out the bin
Wondering what might have been
Empty cupboards leaving you stick thin
Get putting in —
for whiplash
Whiplash
When you crash
And it isn’t your fault
Put in a claim
Forfeit the blame
And watch em open the vaults
A personal injury solicitor
Versus a dirty serial litterer
He should never have left
That narner in the road
A slip and a slide
One hell of a ride
Down a papier-mâché river
Of solid bloody gold
Where there’s blame there’s a claim
I wouldn’t expect anything less
I’ll put in for PIP too
I’ve been sat at home depressed
And my legs are pure fucked
Can’t get out of the house
I’m crawling all day
No work and all play
Stick me on also for some bloody JSA
I’ve scraped all the top tips off Reddit
To squeeze the most out of universal credit
Hand me any needle I’ll thread it
When I’m forging the forms
And crying of storms
Telling stories that cannot hold merit
A victim of nocturnal seizures
who in the daylight is heavily leisured
the estate call him the Claim King Kong
“I’ve suffered emotional trauma”
For me it’s Hell,
you? Hardly a sauna —
Without a shadow of a doubt
I’ll scream and I’ll shout
COMPENSATION IS WHAT IT’S ABOUT
You’ve got lots to learn
So come with me kid
Fool em
Use em
Forget em
Get rid
I’ll teach you more than one way to make a quick quid
Benefits
Go Home
I stopped on the street
to catch my
breath
when my eyes met with
a sundance of colours,
Eastern characters,
the intertwining of red and gold.
Hues of jade and vermillion
held hands, and as I traced
the lovely spirals entranced
I suddenly sobered.
To see a dark stain somewhere
about the middle that stretched, expanded
with no degree of eloquence or artistry
to spell out that horrid chant:
"Go home".