a skoal on
Heineken
if the price of
booze doesn't go up
soon the world
is surely gonna end
prudence shouldn’t
mean Thou Shalt Not spend
draining the cup
during the
fifth century BCE
when the Greeks
had their supremacy
oldsters drank all
night then curled their toes
praising the
gods
now in armfuls
neo opioids
flood the
market bringing joy to those
celebrants of hypochondriac
slay me a cock
friends this
ain’t no time for turning back
raise your standards
kick the saintèd arse
downstairs &
drown Falstaff in his sack
Crimbo at last
Hovis Bunsen
stand for president
Jed make way
for youth on crack cocaine
send this dirty
year back whence it came
that’s what I meant
wild robot stew
lobster cheese
is off
so the waiter
wants to know
if we’re up for
it
take a peek at
you
cos I know your
preferences
rarely stretch that
far
but today
you’re game
call it
vegetarian
all except the
name
proof of it’s
the taste
rich in sautéd graphics
cards
wire noodles stir
fried
capacitors
best of all comes
sprinkled with
shredded memory
boards
ontology for dummies
nothing exists
if it didn’t we'd
be somewhere else
nor would anyone
be having this
argument which as
you say we aren't
wisdom of fools
serves us both as
enemy & friend
you & I camped
out at Loggerheads
individual
conspirators
Marx would
agree
thesis
antithesis synthesis
feudalism
leading capital
down the banks
& up the garden path
Groucho that is
Karl I daresay'd
put it otherwise
wrote a book
I'll read when time allows
which it won’t prefering
Sherlock Holmes
so here we go
Socrates you never
listened while
Mozart's
Requiem had even God
calling home
the bloody Prodigal
thus spake Lady Superman
long before they understood
people practised genocide
ploughing fields diluting skies
Mammon was praised
overwhelming humankind
bugs have done this underhand
service as extinguishers
clearers of decks
such recovery how grand
seldom in the course of time
has a harvest filled the sacks
species galore
like the giant meteor
civilisation just left
fifty million promised lands
desertified
counting insects coral reefs
giant fossils cancer wards
shellfish mites & stuff on shelves
boggles the mind
*
Lady Superman remains
buried though the grave survived
through antiquity her corpse
mummified well
hewn from skin & bone a mask
bears the imprint of her face
while the stone sarcophagus
buggers belief
paragon of nurture she
reigned before inhuman greed
started worshipping itself
Lady S stood
less in effigy than flesh
was adored by all a queen
bee could look her in the eye
she’d hardly blink
though she died as humans did
when their time was called yes luck
had it matriarchs were doomed
kingdoms next up
*
here’s the gist of what she preached
once upon a time my dears
maiden aunts & uncle queers
made their own beds
every night in different groves
snug as careless borogroves
far above the forest floors
long before wars
scared the scar-faced immigrants
folk would sing & dance all day
eating fruit & drinking whey
ants in their pants
babies clinging round their necks
did I call them virgins nay
families were more like packs
people were gay
cavaliers not roundheads they
lived & died the natural way
spoke in consequential terms
sometimes ate worms
a soap
impression
cop mistakes
her hubby for a hat
gun it's easy done
& fancy that
saw a lobster Leonard
Bernstein scored
during the war
no the Sixties
book by Oily Socks
sorry wrong
again Oliver Sex
zooming Delvaux
& René Magritte
under my feet
look it takes a
spook these days to tell
criminal & decent
folk apart
half the time with
immigrants from hell
heavenly scent
the ol’ factory
nerves get twisted see
gosh what isn’t
going wrong with me
all that Night
Train glycerine we sunk
walking the plank
take this down my
life you'll get us shot
hardly means a
thing but just the job
pays the
mortgage it's that other mob
working the
plot
half burnt half baked
time he put his
brogue
down & gave
us all a break
little but a
rogue
cheap at half
the price
should have made
his bargain but
Hovis shall be sliced
yet another
year
toast the
blighter pumping stale
phony Christmas
cheer
secret weapon
Geek
fire stuck for words
I say
start another
war
Bunsen burners out
back to back then
walk & turn
Pentecostal
doubt
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