hauled off in a handcart
'bring out your dead'
the plague is upon us.

Sounds from another time.

A dollar to a dime
that time will come again.

Yet
here we have it all
the welfare..wait!
the nanny goat?
I'm getting my coat
and leaving,

still breathing nitrous
they tell us it's good for us
and
they'd tell us anything
to keep us quiet.

Barkeep.
'One more for the road'
a long one
a strong one

God give me strength.

Half light
at
half past midnight,

it is never truly dark
but we insist on having
the demons
to keep us wakeful and
they're spiteful
downright ****** awful.
but
we live with them as
they live with us.

Crawling out from somewhere
and again it wasn't
somewhere I hadn't been before

no windows
no door
only the sky
full of my
ancestors
watching me die,

stumbling to or
stumbling from
it doesn't matter
I stumble on

and at St Saviour's
where they try
I drink soup

All it takes is chilli flakes
some prawns and oil,
garlic, tomatoes,
fresh bread and toil
and
Voila
here on the table
we are both able
to taste the fruits
of my endeavours.

Moses parted the waves
the people cheered,

meanwhile
here in blighty
if I've so much as farted
they'll arrest me.

I am the greatest state dinner eater that the world has ever known and I've flown over here to be feted by King Charles and Co

who thinks that it's time for him to go?

Who's playing Mandelson, oops,
I mean Mendlessohn on the Eckstein piano

and who thinks that it's time for him to go?