what
mah gonna lob at Trump tonight
name
him the climate change regicide
Hasan-i-Sabah
of the golf club
blackball
his snide
words
don’t weaponise the pacifist
be
meself for once just stop & think
sticks'n'stones
won’t break his balls nor pomes
loaded
with stink
probably
a swarm of locust would
conjure
more applause than metaphors
comb
the White House lawn with robot claws
cleaning
his spoors
who
could then unleash a plague of rats
that'd
eat up all the green kickbacks
Biblicise
the war on cheese with quotes
Jonah
would pack
that's
enough shut up for once & all
leave
him sprawling on the game show floor
call
a halt to this impeachment trial
do
touch that dial
PG
the final tips
I
Plastic
God eschews the land He leaks
into
wells some time ago a Greek
weaponised
His fumes ten thousand ships
burst
into flames
Bedou
tending pools of Him had stacked
at
the coast for pots of wine & bronze
knives
then did sly
Promo
Theus scale another route
using
alchemy revealed His core
element
as diamond soup but kept
quiet
for yonks
meantime
whales got hunted down for spunk
just
before the automobile age
raged
across the planet leaving Him
overnight
king
glam
rock followed the end was in sight
vinyl
worship sent demand to new
heights
of depth from which the Plastic One
rose
ashèn winged
II
worship
Me in effigy He roared
flaming
from a solid rocket bird
soon
the heavens started spanking new
stars
did the strand
those
who'd put their faith in credit smiled
Plastic
bore the weight of gold but felt
light
as air spent just as frictionless
outlets
did trade
out
at sea He brought freedom to fish
never
saw such low conception rates
broke
all records when condoms blew up
like
’88
supermarkets
bagged the greatest share
margins
low enough to triple wrap
codswallop
@twice the going rate
checkout
galore
AstroTurf
was knelt on by the score
drinking
to the victory over there
in
His styrofoams He promised they’d
conquer
the world
III
huh
nowadays Plastic ain’t all that
tries
to sneak back down His hole the mutt
Old
King Coal was sleeping on the job
Olive
is next
time
to let the baggins out of jin
solar
winds to blow the keks off Him
paper
tigers at His coattails this
headline
just in
Plastic
God is through but with defeat
staring
Him in the anonymous
mask
He tries to engineer one
last
for the past
check
His new credentials out He's pea
green
inside forget the single use
propaganda
hanging round His bin
second
hand Him
chains
of molecules are wily beasts
snakes
on grass that hold a Bible class
Plastic
God's got anti-Christ you see
try
Him for free
Jerusalem
I
feat
of space & time the Promised Land
can't
be beat its very ashes bleed
what
lives on when countless folk have died
Phoenix
or pride
Romans
Saracens & Jews abound
overseas
from old Byzantium
Turks
Crusaders Druze the lot collide
still
it survives
is
there magic does Jehovah dole
out
milk & honey while hand grenades
spike
the fields even Samaritans
get
on the phone
Everyman
has got to come from some
where
it might as well be there but be
ware
the price of land in dollars per
metre
goes up
up
& up you gorra be dead rich
man
to own an inch its very stones
cost
the Earth the most exclusive grave
yard
in the world
II
let
the politics get back to square
one
reset the clock to zero ground
God's
representative has not been
on
His rounds yet
men
& women thrive in Eden right
not
to pick too fine a bone they split
cooking
cleaning washing up & child
care
fair & square
till
some angel taking one aside
spins
a line it hardly matters what
since
the other hasn't seen or heard
diddly
squat
promises
promises did those feet
countenance
devine & all that jazz
take
the cow to market Jack my son
new
lamps for old
call
a snake a snake a burning bush
fire
for heaven's sake if truth be told
you've
been on the sauce again a word
isn't
The Word
III
Promised
Land means what exactly fig
trees
& olive groves look there a date
palm
some flowering Judas trees a goat
wouldn't
debark
well
there’s water underground it rains
on
& off the winters bloody cold
not
what you'd call Eden Gardens how
much
do they want
world's
powerfulest clown Alexei Sayle
Alsop
boy before my time but still
Kosher
Scouse & diamond geezer swore
blind
not to sell
out
as president do one thing Pal
get
the Palestinians their rights
tell
that Knitting Yahou he's not on
stump
up the cash
pay
the beggar off & call it quits
as
for William Blake the music's good
change
the words & it'll be a hit
land
of the free
[
dah dah da-da daah
nah
na-na nah nah naah naaah naaaah... ]
force
majeure or act of war
not
fanatics crushed at football ties
funeral
ravers villagers with strange
dialects
or gods in gas attacks
far
faraway
not
some demonstrators charged & shot
down
cos why was anyone in that
town
those fools whose plane would cross the lines
should’ve
stayed put
not
escapees from dictatorships
hopeful
when compared to neighbours who
croaked
with mouths shut
nor
the people swept away & drowned
venturing
abroad on holiday
burnt
to death or decimated by
epidemics
just
some folks who lived next door but one
bods
with kids or pets those mums & dads
seen
on queues who'd chat & lend a hand
if
they were asked
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