Wednesday, March 26, 2008

THE GREAT CONVERSATION CONTINUES
Cloak my words in ashes
Smoke my eyes with gas,
Poke my head with needles
Stroke my pain with slush.

Fuck my arse with paper.
Muck me around.

But you,
You blocked my ears before
With wax
And now I cannot hear you.

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

What'sa matta you, hey?
Gotta no respect, hey?
Whatta you think you do, hey?
Why you looka so sad?

Merkin said...

I worked for Nestles in the early eighties and we used to get shown adverts in advance.
One advert was the one which starred Joe Dolci doing a spoof of that song to promote some product or other.
Thankfully, never saw the light of day, nationally,

zola a social thing said...

Concerning songs me olds
Look what they have done to my song!

Anonymous said...

Where there is muck there is money.

zola a social thing said...

Fuck my arse with paper
Muck me around.
Send me to Iraq.

School the kids with uniforms
Fuck them up.
Get them ready
For the where there is muck there is money.
Get them ready.

Anonymous said...

Oh where is my PopEye?

Anonymous said...

"I worked for Nestles in the early eighties ..."

Milk snatcher you.


Whassa matta you, hey?
Gotta no breast milk left, hey? ...

zola a social thing said...

Come together right now over me.

Nestles come when you please.

Merkin said...

Frenetically Schizo as I am, I always bought Campaign Coffee - even as the management were handing out 'fact sheets' to allow the reps to combat these nasty lefties over the milk scandal.

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