Stream of consciousness

I know why no one saved James Bulger

Because we’re all afraid to get involved

The system frightens us shitless

Who’d believe we meant well?

If you’ve got a title or speak RP

Perhaps they’ll believe you

But they’d sooner crucify me

Coz I’m working class keek that’s me

I’m frightened of authority

You’ve succeeded in that

Just coz you say vagina

And I say twat

What do you say in your middle class minds?

‘If they weren’t so Bolshy

perhaps they’d find

a way to be human’.

Your words your concepts

Your cash your ideas

Our chains our fuck-ups

Ah bollocks! Our fears

They fuck you up middle class librarians

Though they promise they’re only Larkin

Coz we’re educated to drink and fight

And work and think of our kin

Kin kindness kindred

Policy politics till you’re dead

You say, ‘civis romanus sum’.

But I just want my mum

I’m lonely, wanna die

No I don’t, wanna cry

If I aint dead already

I’ll know the reason why.

I saw Abbey Road in Poland

At a beetles crossing

The tanks like a cricket roller

And no birds sing

Tell me that you’ve got everything you want

And I’ll tell you that you’re dead
And you won’t see me

You can’t see me.

© Bill Healey

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