Creative Disturbance : Writing

The Securit of Regulation

The Securit of Regulation

A Poem by Creative Disturbance


The Security of Regulation You must answer accordingly to my questions- Don’t turn them away. Don’t try to hide the facts by making pr..
Seeds of Destruction

Seeds of Destruction

A Poem by Creative Disturbance


Seeds of Destruction In the hands of men pools the blood of countless The privileged elite sow the seeds of destruction In the heads of the mindl..
Creative Disturbance

Creative Disturbance

A Poem by Creative Disturbance


Creative Disturbance Sick of expectations Wearing the world thin A dress code of adversity Rots the mind within Cre-ate- ive Dist-urb-ance ..
Fake

Fake

A Poem by Creative Disturbance


Fake Roaches up to my ankles ROACHES UP TO MY ANCLES They crawl up my shin Try to burrow their tiny heads in to my skin Knock knock KNOCK KN..
Accept and Respect

Accept and Respect

A Poem by Creative Disturbance


Accept and Respect F**k off with your racist sense of bigotry Are you too deformed to clearly see? That a nation has its means of eating your sou..
St. James Infirmary

St. James Infirmary

A Poem by Creative Disturbance


St. James Infirmary I went down to the St. James infirmary, To see my baby there, She was stretched out on a long white table, So sweet, so cold..
Kill the Norm

Kill the Norm

A Poem by Creative Disturbance


Kill the Norm Everyone wants to fit in somewhere And feel like they belong So they follow the trends and be just like their friends So they end ..
Life is an S.T.D

Life is an S.T.D

A Poem by Creative Disturbance


Life is an STD Sex is pleasure Life is pain Disease is growing Death is my aim Born to live And live to die We will rot in peace In the gra..
A Ballard of a Farmer

A Ballard of a Farmer

A Poem by Creative Disturbance


A Ballard of a Farmer East of Adelaide city there lived Philip Steel On a farm of two hundred hectares There had been drought for yea..
John Deville

John Deville

A Poem by Creative Disturbance


John Deville John Deville was a friend of mine He got married in the spring When the cats lay sleeping in the yard And the lorikeets would sing ..

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