Sunday, March 27, 2011

Er, no, freedom actually...

(based on a suggestion from @slimejam)


There's no pleasing some people,

that’s just what the Romans said.

I've got one or two things to say

otherwise there'd be a lot of them.

Apart from sanitation, medicine, education,

wine, public order, irrigation, roads,

the fresh water system and public health,

we are all different. Excluding those ex-lepers,

we are life’s brackets; end brackets.


You're chewing on life's gristle

it’s not meant to be taken literally;

at least it gets you out into the open air.

Nothing that fathers put there is crucifixion,

freedom, or actually out of the door.

What I was thinking

(just the night before, about eight o'clock)

can really make you mad.

Next minute your livelihood’s gone.


I’m not my own admiration, don’t grumble.

The middle of the week is

a slow, horrible death symbolic of

third person plural present indicative:

they go, work it out for yourselves.

There shall be a great confusion as

to where things really are.

We are not, in fact, the rescue committee.

Not the dative, not the Messiah.


You’ve had a hard time, and 16 years behind

a veil doesn’t sound very wise.

Some things in life are bad,

one cross each, line on the left.

It’s the meek who are the problem and proud of it.

What have the old and bent ever done for us?

My ears are grizzled, and yes

It’s a bit lame, but give a whistle:

this’ll help things turn out for the best.


You come from nothing, you're going back to nothing.

But otherwise, we're solid.

What have you lost to your struggle against reality?

It’s nobody’s fault when life's a laugh and

death's a joke that makes you swear and curse.

They only hung me the right way up yesterday.

When you look for five years, it lasts hours.

You know, what you’re doing.

It’s not done by sunrise.


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Today’s poem is based on a suggestion from Chris:

@slimejam: “Crucifixion? Crucifixion? Freedom.”

As this refers to Monty Python’s Life of Brian, I thought I’d make a poem out of quotes from the film (because the Batman one was really fun to make). No words of my own added, just lots chopped about. I very maturely resisted the temptation to make it an acrostic spelling “Biggus Dickus” down the side.

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