MARCH OF THE CLONES

(6 June 2004)

See the clones walk up and down,

In every city, in every town.

Fashion victims in every way,

“Baseball caps” please go away.

“Baseball caps”, a generic name,

For all of those who dress the same.

You’ll never find one on my head,

Even if you saw me dead!

Whatever happened to rebellious youth?

Punk’s anti-fashion’s look uncouth?

Now whole families look so sad.

Why would a kid dress like his dad?

Lager swilling drunkard, one of the boys,

High decibel racers, cars for toys,

Anti-social yob and the petty crook,

Well, what a surprise, they all have that look!

Adidas, Nike and the rest,

Brand names and logos, buy the best.

But brand names and logos only hide,

Globalisation’s sinister side.

In foreign lands, workers must slave,

So those same brands their profits they save.

For a pittance they work, in sweatshops they toiled,

Capitalists use that sweat, keep their wheels well oiled.

It’s just a sign that this nation,

Is under attack by Americanisation.

As all the world and every land,

Slowly succumbs to American bland.

I DON'T DO POEMS

 (26 April 2004)

Poems? Poems? I don’t do poems,

Especially if you want me to, so

Don’t even think to ask,

Or else I’ll get my coat and go!

Oh no, you’ve gone and tricked me now,

But no you’ll never do again.

If you make me write another rhyme,

I’ll simply have to go insane!

THE CHAIR

(25 April 2004)

I have no chair in which to rest,

No place that I can call my own.

But one day hope to find a place,

A place that I can call a home.

Ah, a home, what could that be?

A thing not known for many a year.

But come it will and with it bills,

Which, alas, fills me with fear.

But what of now, and what of chairs,

The original topic of this piece?

I’m lying on my “chair” right now,

Like a prisoner waiting for release.

A bed for a chair must now suffice

Although best intended for sleep.

A chair would stop an aching back,

And help a better posture keep.

When the time comes for me to choose,

A sofa I’d buy instead of chair.

That extra space to lounge and lie,

And space for visitors to share.

A sofa means welcome, does not reject,

It’s arms outstretched and affable.

And even when singly used you sense,

That potential of sharing is palpable.

A single chair, on the other hand,

Permits one sitter in restraint.

Except for lovers, on each other sitting,

Two sharing a chair would cause complaint.