Brand Old Series, Same New Episodes
agitprop troupe 23
during
cultural rebellions we
would
perform in factories offices
shopping
venues public squares & parks
I
as stage manager second class
stood
responsible for anything
blamed
if actors fluffed their given lines
or
they took the mickey out of those
inner
party lags who called the shots
get my drift old chap 'twas quite a blast
anyway
to cut the story short
politicians pinch yourselves it’s not
nineteen
eighty-four we lost that war
puppets need improvisation skills
scripts
with dialogues they write themselves
endings
with beginnings also strings
benchmarked
legal code for those abused
clerks
supreme court beaks have had their way
with
the model-like peeps Hollywood
loves
to portray
strut
& fret down corridors of law
shouldering
the bulk of disbelief
pending
rulings on suspender hose
skintight
as silk
sex
is demonstrated here in court
witnesses
swear oaths while crossing legs
jury's
back for who's the fairest say
mirrors
on walls
blushing
sentences are carried out
stretcher-wise
la petite mort or worse
ushers
closing doors on last appeals
in
camera
flesh
photographers unfurling red
tape throw cordon-blues round centre-fold
advocates while glamour hands-me down
justice
on heels
memo ad Mortem
novichok
new player on the block
beats
the competition buck for buck
targets
people safely in the home
what's
norra love
posted
through yr letterbox or sprayed
bobbajob
from door to door it knocks
conventionals
into a cocked hat
what's
norra love
let's
be honest agents in the field
oughta
have some nerve their work cut out
just
delivering payloads on spec
what's
norra love
overkill
reduced to reportage
only
damages collateral
neighbours
passers-by & nosey cops
what's
norra love
single
drawback Russian provenance
means
increasing import paperwork
still
the bottom line's gotta be cost
what's
norra love
memoir of a passerby
I
Candy Starr
victimised I played the glamour game
looks
to kill for got me where I am
sexploited
actor & pc star
who
requires a second lease of fame
championing
the moral myth crusade
talent
always rises to the top
never
mind my silence on the up
there
was no alternative those days
catching
eyes with fetching ways was all
anyone
could do to land a part
if
the competition now demands
damaged
goods with attitude stroke balls
ok
sex will sell it matters not
how
I'm packaged long as folks can see
nothing
on beyond the same old plot
memoir of a passerby
someone
just not any old you know
whose
appearance on the flags reveals
fleeting
depths we guessed pedestrians
always
possessed
Stendhal
once remarked but then again
should
we conjure up ephemera
basking
innocently by the moon
light
of the mind
leave
such things alone for there's no use
fleshing
out the ghouls of passing forms
with
the dead they should cease to exist
soon
as they're off
shoot 'em down like other authors cut
all
superfluous detail & leave
nothing
but the most important things
dangling
in sight
vanish
passerby your time is up
all
we need to know of you a face
snapped in the sidelight of notice then
wiped
from the plate
porn & cheese
funerals
for the living not the dead
likewise
war on evening watershed
stick
the butt behind your ear Jed
smokin
in bed
take
a new position every day
Danish
blue goes well on toast they say
as
implied on Tuesday who is they
feet's in the way
feet's in the way
smoke
'em out then ease the claptrap down
neighbours
may complain don't wear a clown
mask
the blindfold's healthier & brown
Leicester
with frown
camera
lights & action hold that pose
creamy
cottage flavoured oil of toes
muslin
sacks for pillows cheeky nose
thaaaaar
she blows
leastways
Tolstoy shoulda penned this scrip
Russian
gangsters tore him off a strip
search
me hearties all aboard her ship
shape
bodice rip
a
bigger scratch
pinkish dragons of the blue green world
humans
face extinction purple nosed
smoking
weapons burping flagrantly
into
the wind
people
your excrescence crusts the globe
like
the exoskeletons of Mars
creatures
once intelligent but now
ghostly
retorts
what
will future visitors to Earth
find
upon its surface or above
rusting
iron shores your graves or bones
left
in the sun
debris
drifting in the upper air
signals
bouncing round Van Allen's belt
Netflix
series still replaying old
episodes
eh
sit
them down to watch a bowl of crunch
can
of frothy beer & scratch of arse
what
a binge this planet had they'll think
better
than ours
Not Again!
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