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john davies
notes from a small vicar
from a parish
in Liverpool, UK

    Tuesday, July 25, 2006
    Ode to a Deadad
     
    Andrew Kotting's Ode to a Deadad, "Ranted in an Apocalypse Now! Hopper Flurry"...

    HE WAS A GOOD MAN, A TIDY MAN,
    HE WAS A FAMILY MAN, NOT A HIPPY DIPPY MAN, MAN,
    A LAWN-MOWING MAN,
    HE WAS A POST-WAR MAN,
    NOT A POST-MODERN MAN, NOT A MAN IN SEARCH OF A NEW VOCABULARY MAN,
    MOREOVER, HE WAS A BUY-A-BRITISH-CAR MAN, MAN.
    BUT
    HE FORGOT HIMSELF MAN
    HE WAS AN ANGRY MAN, MAN
    HE WAS OF UNSOUND METHODS MAN
    IF YOU COULD HAVE HEARD THE MAN SHOUT MAN
    IF YOU COULD HAVE FELT HIS VOICE BEATING AGAINST YOUR BODY MAN
    HE FORGETS HIMSELF MAN
    HE PUSHED MY MOTHER INTO THE REFRIGERATOR MAN
    TRIED TO FREEZE HER MAN
    HE BEAT HER MAN
    HE WAS A CLEAR IN HIS MIND BUT MAD IN HIS SOUL MAN, MAN
    A HORNBLOWER, A HAMMOND INNES, HAMMOND ORGAN,
    EASY LISTENING MAN'S MAN, MAN
    A JAMES BOND, BARBARA STRIESSAND, STEAKHOUSE TYPE OF MAN, MAN
    AND WHEN HE DIES IT DIES MAN
    THAT GENERATION OF STAMP-COLLECTING, CAR-WASHING,
    HANDKERCHIEF IRONING, PIPE SMOKING, ONEDIAN LINE WATCHING,
    MIDDLE CLASS, FONDU-EATING, GOD SAVE THE QUEENING, MAN, MAN
    WHEN HE DIES
    IT DIES
    MAN.