The Dingle Liverpool 8 wine and cheese festival now in its 10th year got off to a lively start when a young chap entered the stage (uninvited it has to be said) during a poetry recital. The fact that he was on a scrambler bike at the time pursued by Mersey polis added to the sense of drama.....”Just like last year”, one local remarked,.
The poem in question by mutual consent is kindly offered up for End readers to digest ....entitled;
“Max Spielman where are you now”?..(author anon).
I’ve been skint /stoned on Everest, fought giant bats up a belfry
Or was it the hallucinogenic drugs mother Mary help me
But I’ve never ever felt so low that I had to take a selfie
I’ve wore flares, let off flares, hitchhiked down to Chelsea
Swear down dead lad, lad lad lad I’ve never took a selfie.,
This techno marvel "get me in ,one more, that’s a belter
Cyber world miley seconds my Warhol hall of fame
My nose looks big i blinked I think please do it again again !
I’ve battled wid mancs, Took on chieftan tanks
Asked many a shrink to help me,
just like me ol mate, that bat, stuck up a belfry
I’ve never took a fuckin selfie.
29 photos later the faces get fatter
Banal fookin’ chatter, But it doesn’t matter
We’re by the Adelphi, Somebody help me
Pray for my soul, I’ve just took a selfie