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stuck with the plan
all of them are gone
just the sons & daughters left
one of whom succumbed
early well I kept
warning him but he was numb
joining those who slept
parents aunts & uncles on
past a place called rest
hard to put in words
how the sighs of love & fear
end with flocks of birds
taking off from here
where they gather other worlds
none of which are near
cloud 10
Rolls Royce of tinitus here
thirty thousand feet above
the electric pools now cheer
up here’s a dove
wave it’s got a postie’s sack
snail mail birthday greetings eh
taking people’s bubbles back
out of the way
none of this redundant thought
cogitating round my head
gives me peace of mind it ought
to ease the dead
night like automatically
counting sheep or else remote
data processing for free
taxes my goat
did Egyptian mummies hear
engines from a future world
after drinking too much beer
not so absurd
dropping the pilot
the inversion of diplomacy
Bismark skates on ice with score by Bach
handled tastefully of course the buck
on the settee
sitting down discretely next to it
slide a hand along the cushion there
reaching for its long & curly hair
wait for a bit
some diversion tactics are required
gentlemen & others let us pray
Christ almighty called the other day
greatly attired
now see this my favourite parlour trick
find the lady gather round we need
quite a crowd yes friends & watch me
lead
taking my pick
just a dollar each now place your bets
Britain France & Germany OK
Italy & Finland change the game
Russia roulettes
Fake Mews
Set in Chelsea during the Swinging
Sixties: Trumpie, Epstein and Harvey Wallbanger share a groovy pad. Upstairs
live the Glimmer Twins and next door there’s even a man about the house. No
plot beyond you can’t always get what they got. Series ninety plonk, episode
diddly squat.
cull
shooting Gaza grousers tax
free the vermin way no wax
dolls the real deal ask
anyone to task
slash of rubber dinghy frog
marching foreigners the wog
word is out it’s time for shock
tactics en bloc
give the Ruskies hell they don’t
mind their lives are cheap you won’t
stop them at the sticks the boat’s
loaded with votes
euthenasia by sea
land & air no vacancy
black or Irish all who seek
heaven a peek
population needs to stop
growing up & down the top
bottom half requesting rope
ladders not hope
award ceremony
Stilton is a rather noble cheese
Danish Blue & Roquefort look on
while the Judge of Fromage does their song
hard on the knees
no one dares to laugh out loud or sneeze
stifling like smelling salts the pong
majesty gives off the rest have gone
out for a wheeze
call the counterpart they’re in the john
wotsisname a house of something Cleese
wait a moment let this stripper tease
off where the sun
never shines where do they get them from
knockout knockers grab her number please
what a cheek to get behind & squeeze
them as in Rome
OK time the Pope was here the crown
Baby let’s be having it that’s brown
gold you’re holding there my son now
freeze
shoot like the breeze
fair cop
wouldn't want the world to end
while I’m in such debt
pay my dues & make amends
let the bailiff cast their net
not a pound unspent
catch me dry or dripping wet
wipe the balance sheet
neither in the black nor red
sporting stocking feet
have them haul me from my bed
broke on Watling Street
either way to smile when dead
came as I was sent
game for anything a right
miserable gent
code
what if no
deal’s the best
you can get
Bro
take it back
walk away
time to play
Jack
shit & switch
your ID
licencee
pitch
merchandise
crypto shares
bulls & bears
lies
scoop the geld
that’s the prob
with the job
dealt
one horse race
nobody invented speech
lingos speak up for themselves
kept in a jar on the shelf
words only preach
human beings drag them down
talking feelings blood & guts
complications fits of buts
reach for the crown
separate intelligence
from its source yes surgery
given life it’s Section C
birth in a sense
just across the Rubicon
Rome awaits her Julius
half a billion folks like us
daughters & sons
you can make the world your own
what’s a planet for if not
ruled by thee who else’s got
rights to the throne
new citizens’ advice
fear turns a person loyal
not respect you don’t love kings
queens or princelings clip their wings
sneering at royals
sex adultery’s the same
crossing paths with someone else
viewer in Tunbridge Wells
naming of names
stealing bread from shops or banks
use a credit card they love
rogues admire the guy above
walking off planks
streets are narrow keeping left
isn’t always possible
face the overcharging bull
property’s theft
mostly though it’s keep your head
down deploy the old school bluff
stay ahead of spies & cough
up when you’re dead
trust me
no one is responsible
blame cannot be portioned out
every act’s a random bout
sanctioned by bull
wish fulfilment rules our lives
it’s legitimate to rob
kill & diddle those who slog
out of their piles
furthermore deception’s good
daylight crime is neither wrong
bad nor mean in fact it’s strong
talking a should
they expect to be deceived
sold a load of horse manure
folks we gonna die it’s war
chaos our creed
Jesus Christ there what an act
Buddha spat their mother’s love
back in her face you can shove
friendship & tact
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