shots at karaoke
search for tropes like ships that cross the lines
loaded with assorted porcupines
or the night you wrestled crocodiles’
tears for wiles
raped by Angel Gabriel might do
too much meat about already though
rocket man says planet earth is blue
he’s gotta go
intertexting did the rounds in France
Rimbaud’s arse was duly covered there
underneath sophistication bare
Grecian urn dance
fake I-D’s the real alternative
who is you on social media
wash tattoos & don’t put what ya live
4’s easier
playing ghost to Lady Gaga’s host
beats instagraming poems by post
kindly way of saying get your cost
down or get lost
Sunday morning rant
worlds impossible as double oh
seven's where destruction plus the death
toll suspended by their tales disguise
painful truths about the place we know
horror ain't so bad don't hold your breath
fifteen minutes later comes a prize
adverts cups of char words to the wise
notwithstanding trips on crystal meth
few of us will ever get to know
courage strong enough to have a go
seldom since the age of Good Queen Beth
has the role of fiction been but lies
told to make us hate the other side
trouble is reversing Planet Earth
backs the clock into binary mode
life ticks by for us as doing time
sleep till six or ten we rise & shine
do our jobs return disposed resigned
argue only if & when some damn
fool has blocked our driveway with his van
then there might be fisticuffs or hand
him stroke her why not a weighty tome
full of rules to make them feel alone
ignorant of leafy suburbs coned
dunce & cornered learned their lesson from
us for this is how we deal with John
Nik or Lesley whatsyourname I'm Bond
James to none but some pneumatic dame
this my Aston Martin gaze in vain
ours an empire that has never waned
that's impossible you cry so then
war has done the rounds & London town
left in smoky ribs of rubble lives
on if underground we barbie cats
fat or not whatever Possum says
diamond dogs with rodents as dessert
kids we swop for rags at bring & buy
auctions clubs of vigilantes cops
murderers & thieves go dig their turfs
oldies who had sooner died insane
scoff their hoarded meat & veg from tins
slit the throats of anyone who calls
seen it all before you say so what
when imagination grabs your balls
why deny it fiction's got the lot
ain't no way escaping from the plot
stuff your rucksack with begotten loot
take the submarine or use your feet
face it sister only route is out
side reality you cosmonaut
crashing through the interstellar gate
landing back on Earth one Friday night
speak the lingo drink enough to float
past your pals & pull in Pizza Hut
make your own movie & star in it
matters not how old you are or fat
everyone looks sexy on the set
line your pockets is the only point
find a puppet damson-eyed & pert
take their arm & strut your stuffy part
tell you what to let us off the hook
take it back to when we read the book
movies never did do justice look
twice at Tinker Bell & see the joins
left by Pan who squandered sacks of pains
pulling wings off angels for their pins
read between the lies & truth will out
Wendy should have sewn her eyelids shut
now the boot is in get off my foot
only thing they ever wrote is true
nothing stinks like sniffing contact glue
rots your brain you'd better try a screw
fairy tales on wingèd chariots
spears of bronze that glint with seven watts
nuff to read by days off sipping shots
all washed up
cheated in a foreign restaurant
charged for sitting at a table not
all that drunk the hours passed away
45 years
what's it mean to take a breather now
me no lingo Officer a Brit
diggit I suggest we compromise
45 years
don't believe it seems like yesterday
cycled half the way still got the clips
bread & cheese the wine was cheap my youth
45 years
you'll remember me I took a shine
Marie France a holiday romance
said we'd never last & true enough
45 years
pocketful of change is all no cards
tell you what just let me get my breath
do the dishes if there's any left
45 years
search for tropes like ships that cross the lines
loaded with assorted porcupines
or the night you wrestled crocodiles’
tears for wiles
raped by Angel Gabriel might do
too much meat about already though
rocket man says planet earth is blue
he’s gotta go
intertexting did the rounds in France
Rimbaud’s arse was duly covered there
underneath sophistication bare
Grecian urn dance
fake I-D’s the real alternative
who is you on social media
wash tattoos & don’t put what ya live
4’s easier
playing ghost to Lady Gaga’s host
beats instagraming poems by post
kindly way of saying get your cost
down or get lost
Sunday morning rant
worlds impossible as double oh
seven's where destruction plus the death
toll suspended by their tales disguise
painful truths about the place we know
horror ain't so bad don't hold your breath
fifteen minutes later comes a prize
adverts cups of char words to the wise
notwithstanding trips on crystal meth
few of us will ever get to know
courage strong enough to have a go
seldom since the age of Good Queen Beth
has the role of fiction been but lies
told to make us hate the other side
trouble is reversing Planet Earth
backs the clock into binary mode
life ticks by for us as doing time
sleep till six or ten we rise & shine
do our jobs return disposed resigned
argue only if & when some damn
fool has blocked our driveway with his van
then there might be fisticuffs or hand
him stroke her why not a weighty tome
full of rules to make them feel alone
ignorant of leafy suburbs coned
dunce & cornered learned their lesson from
us for this is how we deal with John
Nik or Lesley whatsyourname I'm Bond
James to none but some pneumatic dame
this my Aston Martin gaze in vain
ours an empire that has never waned
that's impossible you cry so then
war has done the rounds & London town
left in smoky ribs of rubble lives
on if underground we barbie cats
fat or not whatever Possum says
diamond dogs with rodents as dessert
kids we swop for rags at bring & buy
auctions clubs of vigilantes cops
murderers & thieves go dig their turfs
oldies who had sooner died insane
scoff their hoarded meat & veg from tins
slit the throats of anyone who calls
seen it all before you say so what
when imagination grabs your balls
why deny it fiction's got the lot
ain't no way escaping from the plot
stuff your rucksack with begotten loot
take the submarine or use your feet
face it sister only route is out
side reality you cosmonaut
crashing through the interstellar gate
landing back on Earth one Friday night
speak the lingo drink enough to float
past your pals & pull in Pizza Hut
make your own movie & star in it
matters not how old you are or fat
everyone looks sexy on the set
line your pockets is the only point
find a puppet damson-eyed & pert
take their arm & strut your stuffy part
tell you what to let us off the hook
take it back to when we read the book
movies never did do justice look
twice at Tinker Bell & see the joins
left by Pan who squandered sacks of pains
pulling wings off angels for their pins
read between the lies & truth will out
Wendy should have sewn her eyelids shut
now the boot is in get off my foot
only thing they ever wrote is true
nothing stinks like sniffing contact glue
rots your brain you'd better try a screw
fairy tales on wingèd chariots
spears of bronze that glint with seven watts
nuff to read by days off sipping shots
all washed up
cheated in a foreign restaurant
charged for sitting at a table not
all that drunk the hours passed away
45 years
what's it mean to take a breather now
me no lingo Officer a Brit
diggit I suggest we compromise
45 years
don't believe it seems like yesterday
cycled half the way still got the clips
bread & cheese the wine was cheap my youth
45 years
you'll remember me I took a shine
Marie France a holiday romance
said we'd never last & true enough
45 years
pocketful of change is all no cards
tell you what just let me get my breath
do the dishes if there's any left
45 years
