This poem was written for a collection I did 2010/11 with poems written inspired by groups and singers I love as if they’d written the poem or lyrics. Remembered this poem because of Andy Rourke’s passing this weekend, fact he was only 59 like me, and the photo was taken in a cemetery in honour of one of my favourite Smith’s songs ‘Cemetery Gates.’
You’re a demanding little so-&-so
and a real tug-of-war to-and-fro
but don’t take it to heart;
Never in a million milliseconds will we part.
I’m so middle class, one day it’s poverty the next day it’s wealth.
I could just die for a spot of good health.
You’re the one who knows me well
and I’ve you to thank for this flaming hell.
Oh flaming hell! And bloody laura!
Will I ever write again amidst flora and fauna?
The good old days with straw and hay
in our frilly frocks on a harvest day?
Though it can only ever end
in a hospital bed and round the bend,
go straight on, and second right
and please, mr bendy copper, don’t stop me tonight!
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Author: aprettykettleofpoetry
