Arty-farty I know, but I think there's some seriously good poets on ARRSE. So.... Let's have your poems. Not dirty limericks, not smut - this isn't the NAAFI Bar. Oh, and they must be your own original work. I'll start us off. The Devil Takes His Due T'was grim it was, so very grim. But was it always thus? The street lamps either smashed or dim. On the street a burned out bus. The good folk have all upped and left, The streets now owned by gangs. The spirit dead, the town bereft. Above you all depression hangs. I come to see, my world to view. To claim my inheritance. I claim my world, a gift from you, You've all had your last chance. My prize your soul, your strength, your hope. I take all that I can. You did it all, with greed and dope, Blame yourselves, blame man.