Mahrooq That awkward moment when you derail the Brio train in the Early Learning Centre Then remember getting rebuked by the discerning mentor Barring the way to Action Man, Barbie and Ken Would largely depend , on what the man in The Guardian said So are you laughing heartily then? counting your dividends I count to ten, and then I begin my ascent Into madness, Im finding hidden messages in episodes of Bagpuss Repeat like Peak Practice I spit Terrordactyls like Stephen Dedalus Im going on a perilous adventure on the Megabus And when I return then I might be none the wiser But I see through the EU Tax Harmoniser And in my defence, you know my style is immense But I rummage in my pocket for the Ten Pence And thats not even going to get me a Chomp nowadays With the sour faced, Westminster power plays Hypertext I walk alone in the dark, through the sand like Freya Stark, Shape shifting like a Djinn, misty figure like a ballpark, A shadow nation, in my direction facing Im failing, made a Himalayan miscalculation, Im navel gazing in the cradle of civilisation, Its hard though, with lower wages high taxation And solitude, but do I really hold it dear? As in space no scream is heard in the desert while Im here. I take poetic license the myths theyre all too rigid Im seeking out the sun cause I just cant stand the frigid Uhhuh, Im like a Saudi in an Audi Go round the roundabout round the wrong way and Im rowdy 1001 Nights, with no end in sight Try as I might from my life I cant remove the hurt and spite I rise, above the towers where the hymn to powers shouted, but time keeps ticking on and Im within it and without it Mahrooq It takes place at hourly rates You know I want to be showered with praise Im like Dispatches exposing their cowardly ways I proclaim it at the highest volume, on the megaphone inside the hippy commune, and I get expelled, and must stand with the fandans Gathering in Queens Park by the bandstand Double Vickies are getting done, to everybody under the sun The Muppet show has now begun son You better run quick like Agamemnon I think I heard somebody creeping in the rhododendrons That leapt out, he must have mastered the art of surprise I count to Five, and then I will start to devise A cunning plan or a plot to get my revenge Am I gonnae menchie my name on a brick on the wall in Stonehenge And ruin the Summer Solstice? My strange voice flow like James Joyce, stream of conscious Hypertext Bats in the belfry, an obsession quite unhealthy Mysterious links between the dirt poor and the wealthy Infamy, as I migrate form the West I scream Ive just killed Pharaoh and I dont fear death But I digress up the Euphrates and the Tigris, Baited breath as I ingress the chambers of his Highness Paraded in the street, and also in the square A strange reincarnation form a time that wasnt there Its a truism, I run t ings, I run rings round em Crowds sing they crowd the funerals when theyre proud of them Im Ginsberg to your thug while your face is hid way, Left to decay like the visage of Dorian Gray, Dreams adorations and religions Regurgitate the same with skill and poise and youre quids in But gifts are squandered donated to the science lab A curtain coming down from the heavens like a Hijab
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