Get wet, get hard, it’s Tuesday
show the world you care
trivial solutions
in trivial affairs
Tonight there is a party
for a perfume called ‘Despair’
there’s been a revolution
in women’s underwear.
Now there’s a purchase to smooth every frown
trucks packed with catalogues yawn into town
Billboards and flat screens announce all is well
the peak of our history,
united, assured,
amused as hell
amused as hell.
The torsos keep gyrating,
all tattoo’d oiled and waxed,
there’s been a revolution,
paradise is fact.
Do they fuck as well as fake it?
Well, you only need to ask.
Ah, such a lot of fucking,
more than ever in the past.
Cut to a famine, a drought or a war,
need a break in the fun so the wine can be poured.
The ghost of last Christmas now plays William Tell
on the head of your firstborn, and you should still be
amused as hell
Novelty is endless
& nothing’s ever new
but this is no ‘forever’
just a thing that planes fly through
Here on the bypass, the loose bottom rung,
where flopsongs are written, where dayjobs are done,
the non-sovereign nations, in thousands, in ones,
no land and no laws, from their black-spotted lungs
they roar out to curse you and spit in your face.
They are not being ironic; I think we should make
a benefit concert, a swell carousel
where the stars dry-hump livestock
to keep you
amused as hell
amused as hell
amused as hell
Grand Necropolitan
Grand Necropolitan
desire outstrips demand
don’t bomb Viagrastan