RICE NOODLES :P

for PM and VM

rice noodles
lice poodles
dice roodles
mice doodles
nice toodles
twice strudels
vice scruples
spice boobles

DOWN THE BLOOD

red as rain and thick as sludge
we got it coming down the blood
iron sodden northern mud
we got it coming down the blood

you're granda' knew he weren't no good
he got it coming down the blood
knocked dumb thick as wood
he got it coming down the blood

father'd never flinch or budge
he got it coming down the blood
cut a man to see him gut
he got it coming down the blood

I'd tek pussy when I could
I got it coming down the blood
slit my mother throat to cunt
I got it coming down the blood

red as rain and thick as sludge

we got it coming down the blood

iron sodden northern mud

we got it coming down the blood

BONFIRE NIGHT

I'll turn Fawkes under rain slicked leather,
humping the explosive in a waterproof rucksack,
my dimmed torchlight making for the cellar.

My fingers thread the wires, red and black,
round the silver pins on the ignition device.
I've rigged the whole basement; front and back.

Tonight I'll exterminate the filching lice,
in their Armani and ermine supping their scotch.
The bastards above are parasites.

And when the fireworks blow I'll stand and watch
the bursts, the sparks that flame and ember
until Parliament is razed by white-hot scourge.

Every fifth of November I know they'll remember
that lions can bite when kicked from slumber.

THE BALLAD OF CAIT REILLY

for IDS

They told her it was training

and would only last a day,

but she stacked shelves for two weeks

and didn't get her pay.

She raised it with the JSA
in her fortnightly interview,
but they told her to get off her arse
or they'd cut her benefits too.

So she raised it in the High Court,
with Mr Justice Foskett, judge,
who banged his gavel down and said,
"Get to work you bludge!"

They told her it was training
and would only last a day,
but she stacked shelves for two weeks
and didn't get her pay.

So she raised it in appeal court,
said the government broke laws,
said the ministers were slavers
funding profit with the poor.

Lord Pill, Sir Stanley Burnton
and Lady Justice Black
concurred forced labour's unlawful
and sent the regulations back.

They told her it was training
and would only last a day,
but she stacked shelves for two weeks
and didn't get her pay.

Now Cait Reilly is the victor
but the government won't repent
and to Poundland and to Tesco
the jobseekers are sent.

They'll paint them all as scroungers
in the Torygraph and Mail,
but let's fight them with Cait Reilly
and ensure their workfare fails.

They told her it was training
and would only last a day,
but she stacked shelves for two weeks
and she made the ministers pay.


Read Cait Reilly on today's decision here

GOLDFINGER REDUX

Gert Fröbe. Fingers walking up her thigh
leave silver prints of perspiration, paws
that track his intention. With a hot sigh
her vulva opens for his gilded claw's
inspection. A knuckle duster of rings.
From the gramophone Shirley Bassey sings.

He has the midas touch. Shirley Eaton,
stretched and painted on virgin hotel sheets,
glisters in his afterglow. Half-eaten
plates of oysters, caviar and cold meats
glitter on the nightstand. His vapour clings.
A sparkling cloud of bourbon burns and stings.

From the gramophone Shirley Bassey sings.
From the gramophone Shirley Bassey sings.