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by Marcus Freestone

surprise

  no point

  It's supposed to be a practice

  to see how we would cope in a real fire situation

  But nobody moves fast enough because they know it's only a drill

  and they don't give a toss.

  I bet they're only having a fire drill because they know

  I have no lessons and they want me to stay in the library all day

  writing poems about staying in the library all day

  The school register may be a legal document

  but it's still the most exaggerated piece of fiction

  since the unemployment figures

  There aren't any real people here at all

  I don't know, Thatcher's bloody Britain

  THE KNAP

  When I was five

  my father took me to a lake

  to feed the swans

  One of them rose gracefully out of the water

  and almost bit my face off

  BLAIR

  There was a young man called Blair

  who once had plenty of hair

  After ten years in power

  he saw with a glower

  that most of it just wasn't there

  But confidence he did not lack

  in deciding to invade Iraq

  but when he was hated

  not congratulated

  he left and hasn't come back

  THIS IS CALLED 'SIMPLY'

  Today I was chased by a quantity of rabbits.

  Somewhere between 31 and 107

  I'd just emerged from the greengrocers and I suspect they were enticed by the carrots that

  lingered within my carrier bag

  I tried to explain to them that I needed them for a stew

  the carrots that is, not the rabbits themselves

  I did once see diced rabbit for sale in Iceland, the shop not the country

  but I didn't buy any because I once had rabbits as pets

  and I could no more eat a rabbit than I could eat a cat or a dog

  Or a tortoise

  I've never had a pet tortoise but I still couldn't eat one

  I did eat horse meat in France which was delicious, the meat not the country

  I've never had a horse as a pet, but one of them did try to eat my dinky toy bat mobile outside a newsagents in 1977, so I was quite happy to eat a horse burger for breakfast

  Besides, any animal that can be cruel enough to kill Superman

  and Roy Kinnear deserves everything they get

  Anyway, I explained to the rabbits that I needed the carrots for a stew

  and that I only had 3 carrots anyway

  which wouldn't go far among between 31 and 107 rabbits

  and would in all probability lead to

  some rabbit on rabbit internecine violence

  Nevertheless, despite the logic of my argument

  the rabbits continued to follow me.

  I was getting close to my house by now

  and began to worry because I didn't want

  these between 31 and 107 rabbits to know my address

  I dodged down some back streets and managed to outrun them

  I enjoyed my stew that evening

  which contained exactly the right amount of carrots

  thus vindicating my earlier argument

  but later I was troubled by strange dreams

  where I had very small feet and white fur

  very small feet and white fur.

  TRAGEDY PLUS TIME

  Tragedy plus time equals comedy

  that's what I have heard said

  but how long do you have to wait

  after the subject is dead

  before you can make jokes

  about them

  Some people still get shirty

  if you mention Jesus

  no sense of perspective

  those insane believers

  but if you believe all that nonsense

  then you don't think he's actually dead

  he's still passing around the fish

  he's still passing around the bread

  and making sure everyone's fed

  but nobody ever saw Jesus

  passing around the cheeses

  THE ZEBRA BREAKFAST INCIDENT

  The table has been laid

  There's milk in the jug

  The zebras are seated

  One of them has some fruit and fibre

  One of them opts for strawberry crisp

  Another reaches for the cornflakes

  But oh dear - what's happened here?

  Only a few crumbs remain

  Somebody has replaced an essentially empty packet in the cupboard

  and failed to inform everyone that they're out of cornflakes

  In the meantime, the other 2 have begun their respective cereals

  and emptied both the strawberry crisp and fruit and fibre

  This means one of them has to go without breakfast

  Oh dear - it's going to kick off now

  "Why is it always me who has to go to the shops?" cries Barry

  in as petulant a way as a zebra

  with it's limited facial expression and limb control

  can muster

  Domestic harmony is now precarious

  Until one of the others points out the chocolate gateaux

  which is hidden at the back of the freezer

  and can be defrosted in the microwave in a relatively short space of time

  And so the incident ends with Barry eating a large plate of chocolate gateaux

  but pretending outwardly that he's not enjoying it

  so as to make the others feel guilty

  He also resolves to hide his own secret stash of cornflakes

  under his bed from now on

  in order to avoid this or a similar situation

  occurring in the near or not quite so near future

  THE BALLAD OF TONY BLAIR

  Who are you?

  To take the moral high ground

  Who are you?

  To spin us all around

  Who are you?

  To tell me what to think

  Who are you?

  To tell me what to drink

  Who are you?

  To tell me what to eat

  Who are you?

  So bitter in defeat

  Who are you?

  At night you talk to god

  Who are you?

  On us all you trod

  Who are you?

  A top the greasy pole

  Who are you?

  Good job there is no soul

  You've never lived

  in the real world

  and so my voice

  remains unheard

  you've never struggled

  to pay the bills

  you've never lived

  with real life's ills

  Insulting my

  intelligence each day

  blame us when things

  don't go your way

  we're characters in

  your farcical play

  I wish you'd choke

  on the shit you say

  Who are you?

  A genocidal liar

  if there was a hell

  you'd burn in it's fire

  WHOSE MORALITY IS IT ANYWAY?

  Why are people who are killed

  always innocent?

  Why is a man's life worth more

  if he was father of three?

  Today there was a murder

  a man was arrested

  I know that you probably

  won't be interested

  but the man who committed

  this terrible crime

  never had a mental illness

  at any time

  He wasn't unemployed

  he wasn't on drugs

  he wasn't one of those

  ubiquitous hooded thugs

  He was a regular person

  just like you and me


  an unpalatable truth

  I think you'll agree

  So he won't make the news

  you'll keep him out of the way

  and wait for a schizophrenic

  so you can all say

  another nutter killed today

  let's lock the fucking scum away

  ZEITGEIST

  Always an end

  to every trend

  predictable

  and risible

  don't follow it

  ignore that shit

  forge your own path

  have the last laugh

  wear your own clothes

  don't flock in droves

  to copy your friends

  in the latest trends

  disposable

  regrettable

  fashionable

  despicable

  maleable

  forgetable

  plastic people

  ELUSIVE MUSE

  The Universe is my muse

  It's the only one I use

  My creative spark needs a fuse

  So what have I to lose?

  The stars reflect their light

  And I try with all my might

  To set imagination in flight

  In a sense, this is my plight

  Because there's nobody at home

  To read my latest tome

  So I always write alone

  This solitude to which I'm prone

  So I search the universe

  Break my solitary curse

  I guess it could be worse

  It has given me this verse

  The ideas always come

  Like the answer to a sum

  My imagination never fails

  It always tells me tales

  I'm never stuck for words

  The ideas always flow

  Like the worms that feed the birds

  It is always, ever so

  My mind feeds itself

  Like a greedy child with sweets

  No ideas left on the shelf

  I finish all creative treats

  So my inspiration is life

  Through the happiness and strife

  I will always, always write

  Even when I'm feeling shite

  Mostly I'm talking to myself

  But I'm always fine with that

  Cos I've lived alone for years

  Though I used to have a cat

  It's the process that I love

  I don't need validation

  I know when I've written well

  And that's plenty consolation

  So I'm writing to myself I guess

  I'm writing just for me

  I don't want to be famous

  But I would quite like some money

  So my tribute's to the Universe

  Not one person or thing

  The infinity of space-time

  That's made of tiny string

  It's the only muse I need

  For my imagination to feed

  And evolve each tiny seed

  Into a nice story, novel, poem or some other form of writing

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