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Poets Corner

The Fatty Growth on Eric Hearble by John Lennon

One fat morning Eric Hearble wake up with an abnorman fat growth a bombly on his head. ‘Oh crumb,’ said Eric Hearble, who was a very very, surprised. Anyway he carried on as Norman for why should he worried? All of Buddy he heard a small little voice calling him by name, `Eric . . . Eric Hearble’ it seemed to say though I couldn’t say for sure.
That night the very same voice spoke saying ‘Eric, I am a growth on your very head, help me, Eric.’
Soon Eric became very attached to his fat growth friend. ‘Call me Scab,’ the voice said and he was.
‘Call me Eric,’ Eric said naturly as he could. From then on you never saw Eric without the big fat scab growth on his head. And that’s why Eric Hearble lost his job teaching spastics to dance.
‘Were not having a cripple teaching our lads,’ said Headmaster.

Trying to forge a Union - by Geoff Goodfellow

The New Right now seek
the right
to make no left turns
compulsory

don’t turn to your union
turn to us -
was what they tried to sell to Sam

we’ll do a deal
get you stitched up
& pay you very liberally
& at least you’ll still have work

in this period of economic
downturn
it’s obvious
we’ll have to chop some heads
& we’ve been watching yours -
but Sam
from where we sit
you look a real safe bet

& obviously
that’s why we’ve chosen
to talk today

we’d love to do a deal
with you
get rid o f Pete & Bob
& see you set up
to reap rewards
eh Sam

now we realise you’re a union man
but this could, be your
enterprise
you’d be the boss -

& with both those militants
thrown out as scrap
we’d all grow productive
together

those three kids of yours
the mortgage & that car
on the drip
they must be a worry
at times i know
i mean i’ve got three
kids myself

but when things get tough
you’ve got to think o f numero uno
eh Sam

but of course we’ll all keep
tight tipped about this meeting
eh Sam

& naturally you can expect
a set of keys for those nights
& weekends you’ll be spending here
eh Sam

& as long as your price is right
the job & keys are yours
eh Sam

so sneak in early with your price
& i’11 draw a contract tomorrow
eh Sam

SAM
EH SAM

Forty Licks

The gods of rock ! Strike !
Rockets firing….. we’re off !
What a blast, past, present and forever,
probably last, aghast drop dead concert !
Sir Michaels dancin’ and prancin’ had us glancin’…entrancin’….flaunting, jaunting,
Had Keith had a snort in ?
Nooooh, he was firin’straight
(“Mick, I’m no tool !”) cool,
Sang a few, played guit with gusto in sync with the maestro.
Charlie had such grace, his pace was the race
Aces, four, five, six, seven round the place
There was magic in their majesty
Had to consume by now the tragedy
Red petals falling to the floor
Within minutes, out the door - Cath devi dasi

Another Sanitized War

I went home the other night after a long day
To relax, I thought I’d turn on the T.V.
& watch the war.
Wasn’t much action though,
A couple of fuzzy pictures through the infrared view finders
and then P O W
I guess you couldn’t tell if was an arms depot or
A baby milk factory.
But its gone now,
History
And I wonder if the murder of innocent Iraqis’ is considered
‘crimes against humanity’
And through all the rhetoric that - ‘US supremacy shall prevail’
They themselves possess ,
biological and chemical weapons
of mass destruction.
But do they really count
In a lop sided and sanitized media/oil war,
Where the catch cry of ‘they’ve killed one of our boys’
Means we must kill 1,000 of theirs
Viewed in detail from our comfy couch
Where no bullets are fired in anger,
Only those which come from our ill conceived
And misinformed mouths.
- DGR- 2/03/03

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