song about drugs

 Many old heroes used to sing

Love songs about drugs

Except for a few wiser ones,

Who warned uzz

That there’s no such thing

As a free buzz.

I wanted to be like my heroes once,

Scrimped and saved to customise

My school uniform with flared strides;

Grew my hair long

Got jeered at in the street

And incited headmaster’s ire.

I wanted to experience  

the songs myself,

So, I got catnipped in squalid pubs

Until I eventually managed to buy

Some stuff that made me high.

Drugs are easier to obtain now,

A word on the phone

A touch or two on a keyboard

Then hoards

Of pills, potions, lotions, emetics and diuretics

Are delivered to my door

Where they are stored to ensure

That I never run out

And for awhile

I can hold back old age, illness and pain

But I’ll never get that high

Again.

 

LINES ON THE RESIGNATION OF BOJO

 I listened to the morning radio,

He still sat, like a blonde toad, burping latin

And exuding slime over us all.

I resignedly stomped off

To brush my teeth and wash,

And returned cleaned to hear

That Boris Notgudonov had gone.

An old age of corrupt Conservatism

Would still stagger on, perhaps;

Or is this the first stone rolling

Down a hillside before

Eventual collapse.