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Coronation shot
wears the crown with safety pins
rules Britannia smiles
& waves
guarded by a gang
of skins
headbutts no slaves
gave the world a pair of sons
bosom friends get knighthoods lords
ship for loads of extra runs
cricket my words
left Diana took his mum’s
part she stooped to clearing mines
till she tripped on one then crumbs
scene of the crime’s
muddied called Inspector Morse
even he said stately homes
not my cup of char the curse
too many rooms
still the theme of palace wars
playing out on Amazon’s
rival bid to seize the throne’s
par for the cause
letters of mark
whaling ships tie caution to the mast
though their mariners be sick & wet
island hops cross deep-sea waters harm
no one except
submarines in fur or blubber coats
zooming sleepy seals & Moby Dicks
with the swell so high they think it safe
wait till your row
boats turn up & grizzly men harpoons
at the ready stick them while they snooze
then suspend & flense their bodies boil
off the rewards
says a lot about the human cause
burning nature’s finest midnight oil
bright enough to read & write or seal
skin watertight
blokes exploring distant shores before
steaming home to pen adventure books
damn the cheek of authors hang their pink
corpses on hooks
after the math
calling Diane Abbot
one
piece of racist
scum who’s left
Jesus Christ the
Holy Ghost
God on their
throne
as a priest with 3
i-ds
I’ve been gifted faulty
sight
can’t tell grey
from black & white
readheads or
blondes
note my spelling
too it’s old
nothing to investigate
there I’d suffer
Marilyn’s
company’s all
now you know I’m
positive
check me out or
chuck the same
difference rules she
don’t belong
neither do we
tryna get your
head around
stop it’s only us
against
kings & queens
& all their gang
ten to the enth
city bumpkin talk
deadcat kills 7 pacifists Jeez the kinder folk you get round here Leonard Cohen cringed in effigy not exactly bunny rabbis but the odd dog collar looks hardly outta place drunken Catholics sober Hindus Lefty Voodooists Decommissioned Idol Worshipers Buddy Satnavs Iconoclasts incense burning sport socks sellers shifty Shiites Sunny Jims owl Proddy puffin-hats plus sundry Non-Denominal Demi-gogs your correspondent Zonk Pifflesquate has spoken off on this in his current affairs broadcasts or giveus News At Thirteen O’clock Mein Herr just some ideas slung together for sponsorship deals on Broadcast Lies notwithstanding identical twits positioned at opposing ends of the political perspective maybe your devil maybe your lord as many uptight dudes declare at 10 to 1 it’s odds-on you bet
dreaming of electric shambles
once upon a woodland dump
fallen robots lay
faulties propped against
the stumps
whirring time away
write-offs piled
in salvage clumps
blind to night
& day
where the toads
& crickets jumped
miracles did play
out their endgame beaten
chumps
death could never
slay
burnt out circuits
rusted pumps
short on DNA
Tinnitus Androidicus
see it’s like the background noise
engines make at altitudes
jetting off for paradise
kettle of boils
can you hear me Mother no
well perhaps you’re going deaf
too a wound up body clock
wronging of bells
Irish over shaken rocks
ocean ripples underground
shoaling drones that duck & dive
thundering bulls
meat weighed out in decibels
ninety peaking ninety-five
muffs give no protection keep
taking the pills
eh you think it’s funny great
balls of ice vibrating all
day & night for pity’s sake
preying like bills
death cult quips
wasn't Elvis shot
why you’d think they had
just as much to pot
out of him dead
reading signs is all
whether Lennon got
karmic justice gets
stuck in me head
have a heart they sang
danced about & made
teenagers go wild
jealousy see
still the king lives on
Coronation Street
too the walls of tombs
musical nudes
what became of them
where they slaves or priests
stars on afterlives
harpies of hip
Hooey & the Carbon
Newts
what’s a living
force
other than the
pulse
of the universe
inorganic hey
nothing wrong with Non
Plussed of Milky Way
never having loved
doesn’t mean they’re left
off the shelf of life
take a lump of rock
from another world
on the mantlepiece
tells no time but hell
neither does the clock
till ya winds it up
the insecticides
natural curiosity
was a disaster for the
ant community whose nest
kiddies had found
all the gang joined in before
long 11 hundred pins
scrambled up their kecks & screamed
leave us our home
still the den was soon exhumed
while its precious hoard of eggs
did as food for greedy hens
so much was learned
plus that ants don’t stand a chance
up against determined kids
long the Siege of Anthill reigned
over their games
till some Russian soldiers came
rooting through the gangster’s lives
might’ve called it Ants’ Revenge
had they survived
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