Sunday, 19 February 2012

American Clothing Store



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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