oh neil!
neil!
orange peel!
neil
what are you doing, neil?
to make a meal, neil?
from totalitarian vegetables.
how much does it cost, neil. . .?
house
house, house, house
oh, you are made of stone
but you are not alone-
-ly house!
pollution
pollution
all around
sometimes up
sometimes down
but always around
pollution, are you coming to my town?
or am i coming to yours?
we're on different buses, pollution
but we're both using petrol
marrow
meringue
boomerang
long, blue boomerang. . .
the people's poet
what do you think you're doing, pig?
do you really give a fig, pig?
and what's your favourite sort of gig, pig?
barry manilow
or the black and white minstrel show?
rick's teen anguish poem
oh god
why
am i so much more sensitive than everybody else?
why
do i feel things so much more acutely than them,
and understand so much more
i bet im the first person who's ever felt as rotten as this
could it be
that im going to grow up
to be a great poet and thinker, and all those other
wankers in my
class are going to have to work in factories or go
on the dole?
yes, i think it could.
oh, cliff
sometimes it must be difficult not to feel as if
you really are a cliff
when fascists keep trying to push you over it
are they lemmings?
or are you cliff?
or are you, cliff
take me back to
the beginning!!
