A Shaved Gibbon

(If your child cries,
chew her a lemon
if she spits it out then
bled her kneb,
old Englands dreaming
of her poltroon prince
mother-shark parliament
and elephants head...)

 

We’ll ride the tiger
though its eyes are tiny
its flesh is yellow
the feelings right

as if captured
on disposable camera
chimera,chameleon
parasite

we’ll cruise this jungle
see the great white hunter
shoot his load,then die
defeated by the day

and see the moneys all
a fucking in the forest
dying for their causes
keeping out of our way

reverends gonna take ya
reverends gonna take ya
reverends gonna take ya
to the promised land!!

we’ll take a walk
in the elephants graveyard
dumbo took dumb-dumb
now she’s lying in state

see the zebras turn
jet black in their mourning
rhinos recite elegies
the monkeys masturbate

we’ll take what’s ours
from the front of the cortège
stocking up on fruit juice,
drugs for the wake

our last regards,
just a barrage of insults
as we play the painted song bird
for a slice of their cake

(and the fuckers
never figure
that our feathers
are fake)

reverends gonna take ya
reverends gonna take ya
reverends gonna take ya
to the promised land!

(written in honour of the then new NUFC goalie, Shay Given, fucking traitor)