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Dear Jeremy Clarkson

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Dear Jeremy Clarkson

This is my letter for showing myself to be thankful for being on benefits 

First of all I’d like to thank the DWP 

for making it so easy to claim 

It really really isn’t degrading or a pain 

supplying copious amounts of evidence 

Or getting my friends to help fill out forms every few years for health conditions that don’t go away or can’t be cured. 

Society its self doesn’t add stigma or prejudice or pressure or any way to claim these monetary benefits.

I love being supported and in no way does it induce any fearful reaction or discomfort or distraction to see articles such as yours Jeremy. It feels great to be treated like a scrounger who is undeserving of a life of disability.

Yes I do have abilities that are prized by society. And have protested against cuts to Pip and other benefits. Which the people of this land of course understand how hard they are to claim. Sometimes PIP is the only thing that allows people who are disabled the adaptions and ability to work.

On a personal note I hear voices and have to mask my autism on a daily basis. I feel my life isn’t worth it sometimes. But I do like to grovel to people like you. Who did it your way and didn’t have to deal with the same situation as mine. 

I know you shine like a beacon to all of those who are not as deserving as yourself.

Yes I have fallen on hard times since 16 and have tried to work part time.

I know society doesn’t make it feel like a crime to live with my struggles. I know in this life so many care about my plight. And know the reality of my fight and struggle.

But when we the disabled people have been forced to live on the streets or are put into institutions and workhouses because of the grace of people like you. And you become disabled yourself and need help which is unlikely I do agree. Maybe you will see life isn’t as easy as you make out.

So thank you to the unpaid carers who support people in my situation. 

Thank you to the NHS staff who or anyone who is kind and willing to help.

Thank you to all the people who improve my quality of life by reading my poetry and writing which is an out let for my dark feelings and thoughts when I am caught feeling melancholic and suicidal. You are all stars shining your bright light on my life.

Friends with menefits

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Sometimes having a man in your life brings menefits 

sometimes it’s no good at all

It all depends on the man

can you find a men that fits

or does he have to be over 6 foot tall?

Does he have a huge credit card allowance 

or a great credit score?

does he have to be athletic have geek chic or have to have it all?

When is a man good enough?

does he have to be strong and tough?

does he have to have wisdom?

or his own kingdom?

what does it take to be a man at all?

does he have to be part beast

that you can tame?

have a great reputation and great name 

a exciting persona?

or degree or diploma?

or a nice aroma?

A sense of humour?

or be a grade A gardener who is bloomer

Of plants and flowers?

or a sporty athlete? 

or muscle man?

my nickname is stan 

I don’t understand 

What makes a good man I think is how you treat other people but maybe that just a good human being 

There are many archetypes of being a man 

I just am.

but I don’t fit the archetypal men who fits.

Lonely people

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Only people 

with hidden sparks of divinity

looking into the mirror 

getting shivers 

and quivers 

Looking for love but love doesn’t deliver

another endeavour 

feat of the gods 

the odds 

and ends of messages 

we send 

The revolving door

of lives 

when will hope truly arrive 

karma 

another charmer 

but a bell chimes

and it alarms us

we are living fast food lives

Our souls the only thing 

that isn’t disposable 

water hoses us down 

but we can’t get to the deep

conversations

we permanently seek to leave words 

of comfort even if they are lies 

and we surrounded by people 

with mole like eyes.

Forever lonely only children 

Maslow’s pyramid

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Ensnared enslaved 

by not having our needs met.

A modern day trap, a net

Their self efficacy built upon the billions 

who will never have their needs addressed 

just giving them their trauma and stress

No room for karma 

just workers enslaved by big pharma

and tech 

living on the streets or renting 

Never venting 

never getting to the top

just growing rich peoples crops 

the pyramid weighs us down 

the weight of a rich persons crown

who’s only thoughts get activated and actualised 

while bullying billions of lives.

we cannot reach the top

too many distractions and traps

Life is unfair it has no map.

Maslow’s pyramid or is it a mountain to climb

life is unfair this poem shows the reason and rhyme.

Grumpa (about a Grumpy Grandfather)

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Grumpa

Sitting in your old arm chair,

With a devil may care,

Attitude.

Talking about the ingratitude

Of youth.

Watching TV,

Eating microwaveable meals,

Grumpa,

I still love you,

I remember the times when I was young,

and you helped me,

when I was stung,

by a wasp,

or fell over.

Life is hard,

it makes you,

grumpy and 

lonely,

Please think of the things you’ve shown me,

Rather than talking about the things that make you despair

I know behind the passive aggression you still care,

I know I sometimes take the Mick,

But really Grumpa,

I can see all your tricks,

There is still, to my surprise,

magic behind those eyes,

And bedtime stories waiting to be read.

Grumpa, 

Don’t lose the thread 

We all need a grandfather like you,

For you have all the experience,

You will know what to do!