Tasteless she is
This girl called bliss
All her talk is foul
This girl of the town
The clothes she wears
Draw many stares
This her intention
To draw many a mention
For insecure is she
But she can’t yet see
Her mouth loud and coarse
Everything sounds forced
She slates her so called friends
Spilling secrets no end
Her personal life for all to see
People from her try to break free
She brags and brags
About everyone she’s had
Her mouth filthy and loud
She breaks the barrier sound
Embarrassed people are
The people in the bar
Oh shut up you tasteless girl
You make all wanna hurl
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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