Like You’ve Been Told – 25th October 1983

Spraying on deodorant, splashing on Brut 33
You must be a man, you must be a man
Not like me
Never consider wearing makeup
That’s for girls you know
But it’s what you’ve been told, it makes you so bold
You must be a man, you must be a man
You must be normal, not like I am
Suave and sophisticated, cool and dedicated
Manly and handsome, holding girls to ransom
Keep up your image and comb your hair
You look so false but I don’t care
Cos it’s your fault that I don’t like you
And many people are going off you too
The smell is overpowering
Getting up my nose
And the tumour gets bigger
As the cancer grows

12th May 2023 – I found the advertising to the sexual archetypes nauseating. I couldn’t understand why what you wore, looked like, smelled like etc was more important than your behaviour and the way you treated people (not that I was any good at that either!).

Smell – 1st August 1983

Wet armpits produce a smelly pong
Armed with Brut 33 to rid the wrong
So I can go onstage to sing another song
But does my Brut 33 last that long?

27th Apr – 2023 – Brut 33 was the cheap deodorant favoured by us poor smelly teenagers but only once we actually realised that we smelt pretty bad a lot of the time. That’s what happened with only bathing once a week. We had school uniforms too and I don’t remember having a change during the week.
In this poem, I am also already imagining myself as a rock star. I’d need to up my game on the word front though!