file under pop

i love pop songs
i love poims
i love to watch 
your comings and goings
i love your clothes
i love your hair
i love your nose
it looks like a pear
The thing i love 
is what i'm doing
it's anybody's guess 
why i create my own ruin.
the thing i love's the thing i do
i'm doing it now cos i love trews.

i love your snooty self opinion
i love your state of contradiction
i love your arrogant attitude
i love the way you eat your food.
i love your drama
i love your style
i love your cinema
and i love your smile
of middleclass condescension;
greasy, limp and pertly dripping.
i love your insolent tawdry thinkings
strung out to dry
like a sex worker's g-strings.
I always love the things i do
i'm doing them now 
cos i love chicken stew.

you’re my reason for ill health
you despicable mon sembable
how i love my demon self...
my slithering pile of disposable wealth.

the thing i love's the thing i do
i've done it since i went to school.
the thing i love's the thing i do
i'm doing it now cos i love bad news
and thimbles
and skiing
and voyeurism
and bubble cars.