Mick Ferrier

Mick Ferrie's Poetry

ODE TO JEFFREY

With piggy eyes and your high hair,
You view the world with arrogant stare,
Under the guise of community care,
You reek your havoc as you dare.

I can't believe with what you get away,
With ego, you're a political animal of the day,
I remember you're political ascent
Through the ranks kicking heads as you went,
You tried twice for the top job here,
Badly misjudging the political sphere,
What drives a man to strive to the top,
Ego, self-serving or ego full stop.

Sure he blazes like a comet in time,
We're trapped in it's tail being sucked along,
But in time I maintain, a gambling led recovery has caused pain,
Wrecking people's lives, as they try to gain
A financial nirage, chasing their tails again.

A misplaced wife returns to the fold,
After fleeing for a time to chase her goal,
I could be cynical and say she came back,
To complete Jeff's ideal of the political hack, lovely wife
At home to pat Jeff's back.

His ego squeezed her out, no room to see,
Now room to operate as Felicity.

Well what happens now politically, to Jeff and you and them and me,
Well me thinks the man has had enough,
His political will dulled, played into the rough,
A legacy of figures all painted in black, economics rather than humanity,
Which his government lacks.
Sure he might win the next election to be,
With a niggling doubt in the electorate you'll see,
In a blaze of glory he'll walk away from it,
Super cheque in hand, ready to flit,
A biography I spose, the best sellers list
Goodbye Jeff you give me the shits

By Mick Ferrier

A Romantic Notion

What is love without the feel,
Deep down withdrawn with no repeal,
When all I need is you to say, our love can last its here to stay,
Ill take a chance in life and love,
Can't tell it's real or from above,
When you come close I feel complete
When love and life combine, a resplendent glow is yours and mine.

I need what's you I hope you see
Without your love I can't be free,
I'm trapped within my thoughts of you,
I'm trapped within, my thoughts like glue,
When all I see is me and you,
When all you need is me too.

A romantic notion I hear you ask,
When all you need to complete life's task,
Is share ones love without a mask,
Declare your heart for all to see,
Come share your love, come share with me.

CURRENCY CARES

What's poor? What's not?
18 carat gold or a pair of warm dry socks,
Currency is not relevant its just a state of mind,
Be rich within,
The way you treat those people you find,
Why are those who seem so poor, so happy seem to be,
They have each other no currency worries,
Life's got meaning you see.

Sure money brings a softness to life,
A cushioning to our senses,
We have no need to jump life's fences,
This softness tends to make us smug,
We cling to things while we utter,cash is my new drug.

Contentment comes in one true form,
A clarity of thought that's better than conform,
It cannot buy you happiness, love and respect,
It cannot lend a meaning to the lifestyle you elect,
This must come from within, cash cannot
you see, you must know, before it you can't fly.

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