Tag: poem
My body is turning purple with torture
Annihilation – 14th December 1983
If we are a new breed
Then we should stick together
We should fight the system
And not fight each other
Annihilation of self
Annihilation annihilation
Annihilation of wealth
Annihilation annihilation
This is the end
And I’ve heard it before
And so have many of you
And many many more
17th May 2023 – By this time punk rock was fracturing into factions and I was frustrated with that.
I – 12th December 1983
I didn’t
I wasn’t
I can’t
I won’t
I never will
I won’t be blamed
I won’t say
I won’t be named
I
I
I
I
I see
Can’t Wait – 24th November 1983
Can’t wait for the end of the lesson
Can’t wait to get it over and done with
Can’t wait for the end of the day
Can’t wait to get out and live
Can’t wait for the end of the day
Can’t wait for the end of the week
Can’t wait til the end of term
Can’t wait to go out and seek
Can’t wait to leave school
I can’t wait at all
15th May 2023 – Safe to say that I wasn’t a big fan of school.
Wicked – 21st November 1983
No rest for the wicked
No work for those who demand
No help for the needy
Not from those in command
No house for the homeless
No peace for the quiet
Who is despised the most?
Dare you call us wicked?
Red Cacks – 12th November 1983
I got my new pair of red cacks on
Which light up the area when I show them
I don’t like red cacks, they look way out
Red cacks everywhere and round about
Red cacks – stripe down the middle
Red cacks – up my bum
Red cacks – down to my ankles
Red cacks – are such fun
14th May 2023 – My new underwear certainly made an impression. Weirdly I can’t find any definitions for cacks or cecks which I thought was fairly common English slang for underpants and trousers.
You Are Poxy – 8th November 1983
You are poxy
You are a poseur
I don’t like you
And I won’t, no
You are poxy
Everyone hates you
You are poxy
I can’t wait til
Someone kills you
You are poxy
You are a show-off
I don’t like you
And I’ve had enough
Of you are poxy
You are poxy
Poxy poxy
13th May 2023 – ‘You’ in this case was the world – fuck ’em! I was definitely in a bad mood. Maybe I still am.
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!).
Marry Harry – 21st October 1983
You’re at the altar
Just about to marry
You worship Hari Krishna
Committing harikari
11th May 2023 – Until I was about 25 I swore I wouldn’t marry. Since then I’ve been married three times and although love was involved in all of them they were essentially just to get visas. One for me to stay in Australia and the second and third for my wives to stay in Australia.
Patience – 20th October 1983
I’ll lose my patience
You’re trying me
I’ll have to take stringent action
You’ll see
“Quiet, you lot of rabble
Or else you’ll be in deep trouble”
‘Patience, sir, is a fuckin’ virtue’
“Just shut up or I’ll fuckin’ hurt you”
8th May 2023 – I think this would have also been inspired by Mr Hayward who often made useless threats to us students. We did surely test his patience in every class. It was totally a game to us.
