Plain clothed Technocrats hang on a tight
budget bootstrapped the average cost of a funeral
in the UK now stands as potentially redundant, totally
as in compulsory that some other person remarked
the axiom physics no two bodies can occupy
at one and the same place, be rude
floccinaucinihilipilification turn aside the poor
double iniquitous a casting breach of solvent
pyre, castigate a long table turned I'm Ronnie
Fucking Pickering Ronnie Fucking Pickering
Ronnie Fucking Pickering the horses are
apoplectic overcharged by the multitude
capsized homeland a pure shambles
seeing Vienna goodnight blossom
its me Ronnie Fucking Pickering
again locked in this comfy shed tinkering
set to grow out the masses on a barren
comedy hillside turn on the terrified
run, its the only way out gobshite
geriatric paradise dozing cluster
of pets atop slender poles
jizz of guillemots a modest
memorial of your lives
death breach of post-humous
repayment structures implemented this
in the veil the ambulance light
a pretreatment kindred
clay pipe and acknowledged corner
snug in cotton fuddle the million
petalled flower I stare at night and day
night and day and call out to the sun
you don't see a chariot carrying
your granny away you haven't lived
my standing chill branded in the beautiful
rays bleeding out day and night day and night
house to house less deceived
on that bed the actual habit of estimating
is worthless pure classism better times
when the flames spread radially
around the petals, and all were alight,
alas stems rose slowly from the gaping
floorboards pealing upright with a single
massive flame a sacred gasp clap. went
around the house as it lifted
o spare me spare me I will work
work so hard for you under the yonder
tree, work so hard cast in gold between
the anvils of the star. Clare Balding
and Supreme Court watching adrift or ashore
without others, rich dad poor dad
rich dad poor dad parabolic trajectory
is a great unseen here alone one voice
is a great unseen here alone one voice
on this patch a motionless foliage
all I could hear was the wind,
and everywhere birdsong
and morning doves
the dirt beneath your feet
the dirt beneath your feet
