Tuesday, 7 March 2017

Irrelevance



Irrelevance is brutal 
A rhapsody in wax 
Written in the fountain 
Like a smile at Butlins
Never saw this coming 
The song washed out inane
Like a rainbow made in Ipswich 
Like an iPhone in the rain 

Repudiate me 
You and who's army 
Be like Jesus 
Lock me out of paradise 
I'm in love with Margaret thatcher 
She's the height of all that's female
Sex and brains and death ray eyes
Troll me bling blong she's a lady
We are legion
we will rise.

Look at your knickers 
Gotten all twisty
Look at that haircut  
In your eyes 
Have you got a deferential quandary 
Ain't your accent 
Is it guys? 

It's ok for me to say this 
I'm smacker than coal 
And I'm blacker  
Than your shadow
I don't have an alma Mater
I am persona non grata 
Embrace me 
To oblivion 
Chase me
You minion
Do me
You pain.





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