Boolahooley! (This song IS a rebel song) Mr Bono.
For totalEEjit of The Peeps Republo
sweeps o'er the land
like a mighty wave
God grant him glory
for he is crazee
and opens heaven to all who care
his cause has called him
and will call tomorrow
in another fight against the shite again
It's okay peeps, they got me on milk and alcohol, without the whitestuff. Clothes maketh the man and a fortnight in the Algarve maketh the woman. Clothes and holidays is what we want.
For ask yourselves this (and do not stint on the answership, as truth is reality, is power, is FREEDOM:
'What does it profit a man (or woman, or goat. This is an equal opportunities multilingual equilateral triangle of a Republo) if he/she/ it gains the world, but loses their glasses down the back of the sofa?'
'What do you do when too much is never enough?' And how do you pay for it?
Where have all the flowers gone?
What is the secret of The Black Magic Box? ( Could it be dysentry?)
How do really drunk people find their way home? Do they use giant magnets?
Mr Sheen shines umpteen things clean ,but what if you have more than umpteen things? What if you have in excess of dumpteen things?
Besides, hasn't Charlie got films to make?
Yu see the clever thing is that,
Eskimos build houses, Eskimos live in them and Eskimos collect the rent. Except they're all inuits. (their words , not mine.)
I've just discovered that remembering is a totally fdifferent thing from not forgetting.
And dear people of the ethernet, POETRY BUS THE MAG is looming large on the horizon of my demesne like a giant collosus or a collossal giantus! Either way Baby we were born to RUN, would you look at our calves!
ArtySparkey has designed a totaly NEATO cover, I'm pulling in deadly poems like there's no tomorrow, and very little of next week. I've talked to printers and they've talked back and the thing is taking shape (squareoidous)I've entered the lottery (arse council funding) to prove or disprove an egalitarian approach to the arts.I'm holding my breath but cheating by taking sneaky little intakes through the nose. Honesty is paramount, truth will out if you have integrity, if you don't you will fail or falsely achieve. If you fail with a clean heart , you can have no regrets, fuck it! You live once and the accountant is watching. We will find a way.
Will shortly start a 'POETRY BUS- the magazine ' blog. I'm getting help and guidance,(Hello , my name is EEjit and I am a talcaholic) from The A Team! Mrs EEjit is aboard, Susan Sanford talented artist is aboard, my obnoxious brother ,Kosmo Spreadsheet, is making sure the bus is no freeride for publishing MEEE! and my friends.
Live long and prospero my earthling compatriots, eat, drink and be hairy! The hirsute shall inherit the razor!
As Eva sang in Evita,
'Stuff me, it's so easy to feed me
all I need is fish ,chips ,mushy peas
and a pint of bour-bon'