YES!!
Back to that afternoon on The beach o' Bab...
Stood there at the side of the sea,
from her very first tickl' of her strokin stick:
"CAN IT BE!....
"Them lasses and her ....god i bet they wanna tickle her ..
til the end of time; the greatest ever rhyme..
just about when they ceased to be any good,
now 'campaignin' for what no one ever cared about
which sex gave em fanny wood
in their true genius past...
all that simply perfect Bobbetterin' mind picture, bleedin, blood inc.,
... but ohh to be there in that surely most intense moment in history
a fiddler stolen, "no she's mine all for me....
"fuck off... Ivry's turnin' in his grave
only one could have 'is rotten corpse turnin' so depraved
... 'the others like Lucy takes at least a video peek...
...one smallest stroke of her sharp- elbow...leave work work, at least a week....
as long as you'll need her on loop....
and you don't even need to see who's on it....
from the very first vibrtational frequency....'
" fuck off i'll get you done for sex'l 'rassment...
... i called err first and it's MY basement...
and my tape... even if you sung for the bed
you think I'm sharin' one Scarlet hair 'f'err head
or any
other
her you're out ya head..."
But really.... i never wanted to know ANYthing about any dull fake musician..
nor their hasbeen once childstar ex girlfriends who couldnt even take the GREATEST compliment
And deliberately don't care who's strummin' the banjo
Until that nearly perfect day, on the mad witches' beach...
And some word pictures soon
" yes i just know it is..... but Im probably wrong....
I mean no one ever reMAstered the best ever song..
And the Mistress of all there ever was
Didn't even need to be enquired of if 'err 'air was still red
As the REAL deal, needs no bottle 'pon err head.
And only one is the remedy, too.
To all their ever increasin' hullabaloo
Righty ho talking of witch
witches
Which name? What hashtag
Maybe the answer's in this really old hag...
(in Fact Lumley maybe did do some good, a real saviour and humanitarian operator
As when you hear on first encounter how one of them
queen of them
was twenny years saving the gurus of very High up Nepal
well you know immediately
to be aware
that every single word that comes out her vicious (never to me Im nice)
gob..
is a mad lie and ... to be cont another day
But maybne thats the hashtag, them inclined to punctuate every lying bit o bad manners
never mind causin' a workman who gave her 'mates [of mates] rates'
And blocked off several days for herjob,
when on his last can of Yeti stew..(in other words nowt left in the kitchen cabinet as they don't exist either)
Never mind drive 30km at ten to dawn
to 'help' her all folorn nobody else to grab
her old bag of a pack o' lies
As of course there's an equation Einstein would be proud to have discovered:
The ratio of little prayer emojis in their bad mannered brush off
disappeared verbal contract texts
is equal to the amount of real friends they dont have, long ago known as pest
But a two'fer
is a reference on to VERY good friend with a whole week of work
skipping his rooms filled with bohemian detritus and broken guitars too busy on mindfulness workshops
to ever fix...
" i'll order a skip... next week.... and its so so wonderful you're available
desperate for someone to work on this job can't get anyone else to do...
i shall call you back in a few days... yes at the most two...."
two weeks the booked worker calls, not a whisper..
And as if their whispered "reach out" language
first line parroted with such auto-ease
absolves them of the only disease
they don't claim to have: terminal people please
But if you think these are fringe rottin' ex hobo hippy types
There is however absolutely no point even politicking
