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letra de works and days - the heavy damage

(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, i’m finding hidden messages in episodes of bagp-ss
repeat like peak practice
i spit terror-dactyls like stephen dedalus
i’m 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 that’s 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
i’m failing, made a himalayan miscalculation,
i’m navel gazing in the cradle of civilisation,
it’s hard though, with lower wages high taxation
and solitude, but do i really hold it dear?
as in sp-ce no scream is heard in the desert while i’m here.
i take poetic license the myths they’re all too rigid
i’m seeking out the sun ‘cause i just can’t stand the frigid
uh-huh, i’m like a saudi in an audi
go round the roundabout round the wrong way and i’m rowdy
1001 nights, with no end in sight
try as i might from my life i can’t remove the hurt and spite
i rise, above the towers where the hymn to power’s shouted, but time keeps ticking on and i’m within it and without it
(mahrooq)
it takes place at hourly rates
you know i want to be showered with praise
i’m 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 queen’s park by the bandstand
double vickie’s 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 ‘i’ve just k!lled pharaoh and i don’t 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 wasn’t there
it’s a truism, i run t’ ings, i run rings round em
crowds sing they crowd the funerals when they’re proud of them
i’m 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 sk!ll and poise and you’re quid’s in
but gifts are squandered donated to the science lab
a curtain coming down from the heavens like a hijab

- the heavy damage

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