The
New year means Percy Shelley takes a bow in the form of Ins n Outs so pin back
your lug‘oles me old suckers....It’s a POEM!
Put
the Vera’s Down and pay attention.
Keith
LEMON muzzies and North Face onezies.
Hard
case uncles and plastic face grannies,
Who
go to town and talk about graft and blow off Dubliners now that is a fact.
Orange
faced aunties standin’ around lookin’ down coked up noses of people on brown.
‘He
was alright our Joey didn't rob from his own,
till
he got lifted on a visit to Rome
with
the league of welldoers from Scotland of Road, two-ed up wid a bag ‘ead from
somewhere out east (ALBANIAN? the YEMEN?).
Or
was it the priest who introduced bobby?
Or
was it the beast who sat in the corner and grinned like a tool,
driving
manically by his infant son’s school,
sayin’
“is rite lad is rite lad”
How
many times can a repeat offender repeat his lines?
How
long is a piece of string? Is the obvious answer!
Einstein,
my friend, just wot is the answer then?
There
goes the nephew driving too fast in,
not
so sleepy, Dovecot reeekin’ of grass. ‘lad
lad lad!
Yes
the song remains the same:
me
bird’s doin’ me head in. She needs to refrain
from
Jeremy Kyle blags…
I’m
not goin’ on, I have my credibility to think about.
Experimentation.
I hope that's a word?
Some
FLOYD ‘ead said (or was it a bird?
‘Twas
a long time ago in the dole in town,
a
steamin’ metropolis - white meetin’ brown,
on
the dole in LIVERPOOL town,
Were
north met south and queued in a line for our coins off Thatcher.
Make
sure you’re on time, cos they’d have you
spluttering
and blamin’ your ma,
or
your da, or the broken down car.
Renshaw
Hall, the place it was called, biggest in Europe. Fuckin massive! One weird
place. Bizzies sittin’ off, ex wives, ex pats, ALL WAITING WAITIN……………..
Then
off to the bier keller if u got the holies of holies: THE EMERGENCY GIRO.
Renshaw
Hall Blues.
(IT’S
MORE OF A LAMENT. IT MAY HELP IF YOU SING IT,LIKE I GIVE A FUCK)
((Sorry,
I really am only messing… Here goes....))
I’ve
got those Renshaw Hall blues, late again.
I
got nothing to lose, yer soft cunt!
You
have delayed giro.
Renshaw
Hall BLUES...
Hey
Mr Postman! Sometimes you forget
on
your visits to Ladbrokes, the nice girl in the vets
(with
whom you’re madly in love). The whole street knows
the
affair around canines ‘Why don't u propose?’
See
we’re not really arsed, you committed no crime,
Just
please Mr Postman get my giro on time.
