The Hoods

First up, on the dolcet tones of the Gravy Bone Project
I went from high school dropout to factory labourer,
I’ve got a good heart, but bad intentions
You’re a man of your word; you got nothing to say
Your choice, I won’t judge you tonight

Hands of an artist left the landscape enchanted,
Appealing like the naked truth and the truth is for sale
Man all these pollies in power are cowards so it’s only fair,
Cos it’s easier to sit and complain than fix the problem
Avoiding the truth is staying sober; I’m an addict of reality,

You’re flamboyant like Oscar Wilde, I got to smile
My foots always in my mouth I just can’t stomach defeat
Where life has been drained of all its enchantment.
I seize an opportunity cause they don’t linger
Why I always think that people have it in for me?

Constructed from the following Hilltop Hoods songs: Recapturing The Vibe, Clown Prince, The Hard Road, Conversations at a Speakeasy, What a Great Night, City of Light, Circuit Breaker, Breathe, An Audience with the Devil

Found

Found poems take existing texts and refashion them, reorder them, and present them as poems. The literary equivalent of a collage, found poetry is often made from newspaper articles, street signs, graffiti, speeches, letters, or even other poems.

A pure found poem consists exclusively of outside texts: the words of the poem remain as they were found, with few additions or omissions. Decisions of form, such as where to break a line, are left to the poet.

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