when America was fully fat and fascist, too...
Hairy Hippy (junk dealers, so they weren't) not just
Easy Rider run out of town
but shotgun wedded to Cormac's Road, too, boot
Ronnie Raygun on the throne,
BAddest boyBush the first his turn soon
The brave Pythons .... ehh no one said that
merely jolly, good chaps...
cashin in,
all that redneck din
will make good material, next time back at the office
figurin fine Ministry of cultural soft powerisation
whereas today's so called comic
Never mind minin'
two years hidin'behind a podcasters mask (p3)
and office no turret
ivory tower down some soho street.
" no way out, i'm stayin' here just in case some sick people i may meet"
At the very moment when there's actually a 'conversation'
Maher at Don's for dins
K junior not yet fallen to Big phrama's AK 47 assasin's
pings...
And worse than armalite
to his own smug unfunny forrid
Britolite's
so called comic, so smugly horrid
and coward
too scaredy cat to even...
watch Don't look Up and see there may just be hope left in one bonkers nation
That can still laugh at itself just a little.
My daughter liked that one allowed PC game, Stuart Little
(his comedian of choice,
he thinks i got ALL my 'voice'...
by suckin out every arrogant little half melonin pigmented
half "human" half che Guevara t-shirt,
sadly by his Clash made demented.
nothing but cats piss poetry and slopily fermented
[ i see they're all heretoo...as if cowboy hats just invented and bad musac just for you]
well, that was just starters...those three years
he better prick up his Little man ears)
