Tag: poetry

Faces – 3rd August 1984

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That face says so much
That face says so little
That face so tough
That face so brittle
That face so circular
That face so square
That face so bald
That face with hair

The magazine says ‘There’s as many different cunts as faces’
Now we have to work out whether we’ve got them in the right places
I’m not a cunt, no one is
A word that you take so plain
Relates you to an object name

If a female is a cunt then I’m a fuckin’ prick
Looking for a place where I can make it stick

19th June 2023 – The magazine article was real but I doubt they used the word cunts.

Tragic – 2nd August 1984

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Run down, gunned down, run down, gunned down
It’s on the news, page three girl dead
See all the photos on the centrespread
‘It’s a tragedy’, the headline reads
As the wonderful reader bleeds
It’s very tragic says the man on the news
But I don’t want his views
It was a waste of effort I think
You’ll miss everything if you blink
Run down, gunned down, run down, gunned down

19th June 2023 – Already calling out opinion as news.

The Eyeball In The Ashtray – 31st July 1984

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Wise to decline an invitation from a madman
Such an inviting call may make happy a sad man
Because tonight they may take you astray
As become the eyeball in the ashtray
Peering and fearing and hearing and leering
I see you quietly watching, but I, in a flash
Think for you too quickly and I flick my ash
Rabbits don’t cry the scientist moans
Scientists don’t cry the rabbit moans
‘Excuse me, I think I’ve got something in my eye’
I hope it’s shampoo and I hope you die

Lords And Masters – 25th July 1984

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Our earth shattered and torn
Ripping apart the dreams of the unborn
Cherishing those delivered by a lord
Who left a master alone to get bored
Pulling the plug to release a love never to see
And never to be seen again by you and me
His own love left a disease to plunder and rape
A disease which you and I will never escape
Instilled the fear with a battering push and pull
Corrupting my heart which was full
Of a love never felt before
Terrorised and turned into a cancerous sore
Now we walk this road alone with what is left of our love
I cannot see the heavens promised from above

Follow me down this road of hate
There we will eventually find our peace and resting place
And leave those too overcome with greed
To die how they never dreamed
Together we can find true harmony
And now is the time to start searching

Peace. Freedom. Love.

31st Aug 2024 – I have a note next to the title that just says ‘Weird?’ meaning that the music for this shouldn’t be weird and as I’m writing it out here I can imagine that I was inspired by Crass’ ‘Penis Envy’ album.

The End Is At Hand – 21st July 1984

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The end is at hand – it’s the new demand
The end is at hand – destroy the land
The end is at hand – machines all unmanned
The end is at hand – everything is banned
The end is at hand
The end is at hand
The end is at hand
The end is at hand
The end is at hand
The end is at hand
The end is at hand
The end is at hand
The end is at hand
The end is at hand
The end is at hand
The end is at hand
We’re finished………

17th June 2023 – Certainly inspired by Flux of Pink Indians somehow. I can hear their first album when I read this.