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CLIFF(from Demolition)Oh, CliffSometimes 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 the lemmings? Or are you Cliff? Or are you, Cliff?
NEIL(from Demolition)
To make a meal, Neil? (it's surreal) From totalitarian vegetables. How much does it cost, Neil...?
HOUSE(from Demolition)
Oh, you are made of stone But you are not alone- -ly house!
POLLUTION(from Bomb)
All around Sometimes up And 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.
FREE-FORM(from Flood)
Meringue Boomerang Long, blue boomerang...
THE PEOPLE'S POEM(from Flood)
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?
NEIL(fromSick)
Neil! Orange peel!
RICK'S TEEN ANGUISH POEM(from Bachelor Boys: The Young Ones Book)
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 I'm the first person who's ever felt as rotten as this. could it be that I'm 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.
RICK'S TROTSKY POEM(from Bachelor Boys:The Young Ones Book)
Yes, a dog. Talking to a pig, Yes, a pig. They were on the pavement, Discussing Trotsky. Not brotsky or crotsky or drotsky or frotsky. But Trotsky.
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