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
one and the same place be rude
floccinaucinihilipilification turn aside the poor
double iniquitous 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
singing Vienna goodnight blossom
locked in this comfy shed tinkering
set to grow out the masses on a
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 schemes kindred
clay pipe and acknowledged corner
snug in cotton fuddle the million
petalled flower I stare at day and night
day and night 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 on that bed the actual habit of estimating
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 cast in gold between
the anvils of the stars, Clare Balding
and Supreme Court watching adrift or ashore
without others all I could hear was the wind,
and everywhere birdsong
and morning doves
the dirt beneath my feet
