October 18, 2015

Talking on Telephones

Posted in Poetry/Lyrics at 9:42 am by bizarrerhymes

Talking on telephones
Walking on belly bones
Don’t know the answer
Capricorn sounds better than cancer
Talking movies
Speaking truly
People die
What are people?
I am not dead
Not like Fred
West – not the notorious
guy from Bristol
But the one who offered me cider
When I was only 6
Probably would be locked-up
If he did that now
But he won’t ‘cos he’s dead.
Not worried about the finality of it all
When you’re dancing around in a teetotaller’s ball
With endorphins flushing through your channels
And your brogues getting polished by your flannels

This ain’t no party, this ain’t no disco
No ‘end of year do’ for the dental floss few.
It’s an audition and you didn’t get the part.


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