Big businessman dad
Must provide for your latest fad
Lucky boy
Birthday again you lucky boy
Daddy will buy you every toy
Daddy failed and got the sack
Next birthday you will look back
And cry
Lucky boy
Tag: poetry
Heroes – 1st May 1984
Worship your god and clean your teeth
Your breath stinks of your heroes
Pray to Buddha from underneath
The sheets, wrapped in your heroes
The lying icons will never forgive
The sins that you commit
Commit to forgive
Forgive and forget
Forgot your heroes
Save The Whale – 28th April 1984
Save the whale in the sea of blood
Save the whale in the sea of blood
A new handbag, a new rubber
Stop the murderers good and proper
Save the whale in the sea of blood
Save the whale in the sea of blood
2nd June 2023 – By 1984 I had already been vegetarian for two years and inspired by lyrics and information from Crass, Flux of Pink Indians, Subhumans etc I dove into animal rights. One of the first places I would go to in Poole on Saturdays was a stall just outside the mall that always had stacks of provocative information. The things I saw there made me mad.
I don’t know how much of an impact the pro-animal rights movement has had in current times but I am still anti-testing on animals for anything cosmetic. Surely by now, we don’t need to test further for things like shampoo. When it comes to cures for life-threatening diseases and viruses though I am in reluctant support.
I started eating fish and some seafood again in 1998 though not all that often back then and I have been a pescatarian since – 41 years in total so far.
In the 80s it was still seen as radical to be vegetarian and I could list off plenty of reasons to become one, especially as I was asked why anytime it came up. It made me mad that I would have to justify it. These days not many people are surprised at anyone being vegetarian and if anyone does ask me why I just say ‘all the reasons.’
The phrase Save The Whale was a popular slogan inspired by the Japanese slaughter of whales for ‘science’ as they liked people to believe but when I hear the term now all I can think about is the titular Cheech and Chong song, “Save the whale, yeah save the whale, ooooo save the whale, but kill the seals!” Damn, I haven’t seen a Cheech and Chong movie in a long time!
Spitting Blood – 20th April 1984
He did a good job when he hit me in the gob
He took me out and gave me a clout
And I was spitting blood, spitting blood
He hit me in the face, put me in my place
He showed me where to go, after hitting me on the nose
Spitting blood, blood
Graveyard Booze Up – 17th April 1984
Digging up bodies, taking back cider
Kicking over crosses, I lay down beside her
Graveyard, graveyard booze up
We tanked her up and she came down
We went to the graveyard instead of around town
Graveyard, graveyard booze up
The skeletons started dancing cos we had too much beer
So we danced with them and forgot about our fear
Graveyard, graveyard booze up
30th May 2023 – If we got to Bournemouth during the afternoon we would grab some lagers and cider and sit around the graveyard next to the car park where Capones was on the top floor. There were often other punks around getting drunk and being generally reckless. It was quiet and secluded so no one really bothered you there. You can see from the picture there was a lot of tree cover and the paths through were really only for folks wishing to attend graves, which didn’t seem to happen very often.
Mary Shelley is buried in this graveyard – something which I just learned this minute! I wouldn’t have known who she was in 1984.
30th Oct 2024 – Shared with Word of the Day Challenge – graveyard
Bits Of Stuff On Bournemouth Beach – 15th April 1984
Saturday, it was very hot
It was hotter when I saw her
Tiny bikini and baggy shirt
No one on the beach could ignore her
So I went over and said
‘How about it? Fancy making a go?’
She turned around and looked up
And she sweetly said ‘no’
30th May 2023 – This poetic story is total fantasy. I never had the guts to talk to girls back then. ‘Bit of stuff’ seems to have fallen out of favour as a sexist term for pretty girls, probably for the best but no doubt replaced with a million others.
After The Exodus – 7th April 1984
The National Front are on another march
A march for freedom in the past
‘Expel the minorities for the master race’
Worship a picture of the Fuhrer’s face
Raise your hands and shout ‘Sieg Heil’
Kick in the blacks in true fascist style
Now you’ve got the power in your hands
To expel your aliens from across our lands
So your plan goes ahead and all is done
No more odd cultures to spoil your fun
When then will you persecute?
Who’s next in line for you to shoot?
The master race is supposed to be happy and free
But something’s wrong and you begin to see
That your plan was not such a good idea
The people are restless cos their view is clear
Unemployment has fallen and all looks well
But vacancies have risen and there’s nothing to sell
Who’ll do your shitwork now the labour’s gone?
It’s only after the exodus you’ll find that you’re wrong
24th Jul 2024 – Although not particularly eloquent I’m impressed that the 16-year-old me from 40 years ago understood much of the hypocrisy of blaming others for one’s own woes. It is still the same old tired rhetoric. I saw it in the UK at the time, even worse in Australia in the 2000s and once again here in Thailand where the locals bemoan Burmese and Laos workers taking jobs away from locals. The ‘shitwork’ that the locals are not prepared to do for the same money.
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