Radio
report
1,000
people died
in the Indian financial capital
Due
to the floods
I
have a spot
One
of those persistent ones
Annoyingly
visible
Scottish
football returns
Rangers
are playing Livingstone
The
game has a distinctive shape
What
am I going to do
about my flyaway hair
So
long as you look after yourself
Karma
will come to your rescue
The
saying goes
Hope
some fucker is watching my back though
Now
that London is
officially a war zone
Good
job I’ve seen those films
Heard
those records
Played
those games
I’ll
know exactly what to expect - I expect...
Just
like the Livingstone defender
Any
prannying around
mistreating the enemy
And
it’ll be a straight red card
like the one he got
For
upending the rangers striker
The
dozy twot
Which
is the last thing I’ll want
Having
a fat red face
to bring attention to my flyaway hair
And
the certain fact
That
I don’t give much of a toss
about my drowning/starving brother
Preferring
to invoke a hatred
of some god I don’t believe in
And
blaming him/her/it
Instead
of hauling my arse out of the vanity puddle
Who's
semi conscious lukewarm shallow depths
I am drowning in
Moaning
about the pain
of my self inflicted injuries
lamenting the whole lotta what I haven’t got
From
that same cruel Christmas shopping list god
Who
really ought to be ashamed of him/her/itself
For
not permanently disbanding the IRA
Tempering
the greed of corporate billionaires
Hauling
Indians out of the lake
Sorting
out my spot and hair
And
making me rich/powerful/famous/desirable
before I kill myself
With
a designer despairing cry of - god!
It isn’t fair dot com
Why
didn’t you help me
win the euro lottery millions this weekend?
There's
Plenty more where those dead Indians came from.
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