The titles o two very similar books
Concerning  previous and subsequent looks
The founding of places,laboratories really
Trying to figure the graft that might nearly
Make life a thing you painfully get through
Instead of infection,agony and death
Slow suffocation
They couldn't **** down their neck

A man named Gillies raised his hand
Said I've got an idea you may not understand
Though it seems like hubris so far unheard of
And I think I can lessen
The pain of these heroes
If I cut flesh and ribs from below
And transplant to the visage
Cross fingers,let grow
Hope for untainted stitchage
Then repeat the move again and again
We might drag a few o these poor souls
Out o Hell

The Germans and Yanks
Of course tried their own stuff
But the definitive work was done down in Sidcup
There's remarkable pictures
In the above mentioned tomes
Of a type o recovery
Of faces so torn
And shredded
And crushed
And left in the mud
A testament to
Those who lost more than blood

So when you see the faces of the foolish and vain
Know the source their reform
Was enlisted men's pain.

I am a line manager for the county
I'm in charge of the roads
Searching for someone
To supply tarmac
Cos we need loads
But there's no one
On the wire
I can hear my bosses whine
And the Wichita line manager
Is still on the line.

When you walk
And then talk
Do you do it straight?
Or Are you bent on inclination?
The modern debate
Tiller handle movement
Has no effect on the wake
Could you look at yourself?
How much o this could you take?
And then expect it o them
That are clearly involved
With themselves
And the void
Hanging
Off
Of
Satans
Prong.

Leonid
Taurodid
Rocks thrown through
This fermential lid
Twice an hour
Then a flurry
You miss it when you bow for curry
Or kebab
It's late night tucker
Eat the meat
Miss out
On  succour

Ah don't be like that
Come on now
You know I didn't mean it like that
Good lord I don't know
How you can conflate
The things that I said
To your message o hate
But then again
I twist round in the wind
Shove me enough pressure
And my views I will l rescind
I missed the screen
What did they just tell me to say?
It don't matter
It'll change tomorrow
Why hey hey.

The Medusa touch
Is the British
Rosemary's Baby
Only better