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Huw Parsons - Sample poem
From The Little Book of Awful Bad Poetry (Peevish Bee Books, 2010)
You’re allright Jack, you’re OK Jill,
cos you live on an estate on the right side of the hill,
quite removed from the dole wallahs on the other.
You never felt that the world’s owed you a living,
so being right thinkin’
keep away from the plebs who all go out drinkin’.
And having the moral high ground,
you’ve worked hard all your life,
have always been married and stayed sort of faithful to your wife.
Lately, you’ve become so eco friendly,
shopping with hip hessian bags and trying to avoid plastic –
but your huge wall screen telly wasn’t the greatest,
so you junked it for the very best and the latest –
a vast one with high definition – totally tastic,
billions of mega pixels, Rochelle’s soft breasts - you can almost feel em’
and Dale’s fake tan looks so realistic.
You’re tight, white and right,
on line, in line and doin’ fine,
so quick to judge, so swift to instruct -
and so ready to disapprove with such easy mockery,
but to be fair you’ve little social pretension,
content as you are with your occupational pension.
so tell me you nasty nit picker, little box ticker,
when you’ve gone what will your legacy be?
and have you ever helped anyone except your own damned self,
apart from the odd cup of tea?
At work your line manager’s a wonderful person,
she’s tough and dynamic
and makes sure you’re all on board the gravy train
which is never late and doesn’t stop at little stations.
it’s all meetings, meetings and more meetings,
conferences, issues, mentoring and policy implementation…….
I’ll scale your bungalow’s ramparts with these fine lines
and with my arrows of burning desire set fire,
to your rampant jobbery and smug petty snobbery.
So to save smouldering red bricks,
run to the shed and grab your big strimmer,
or try beating me off with those new Nordic sticks,
as I shield my eyes from blazing banality
And gag on the smoke of your choking conformity.
Big fish in little ponds, just like your carp ornamental,
I couldn’t care less if I never set eyes on the likes of you again!
Copyright to Huw Parsons