There’s a pandemic of shoplifting
There’s panic and there’s flu
So will the pandemonium
Affect black panthers in the zoo?
There’s a lack of awe and wonder
There’s no insight and no you
There’s only my big ego
And Sylvia Plath is overdue
She’s coming to see Lazarus
Now he’s a lady too
Sex and gender, love and hate
Ted is feeling blue
She spoke Chaucer to the swans
And they answered, Who are you?
She looked a little frantic
Asylum seeker,Jew.
She got married to her Teddy
What other man would do?
The perfect other, shaman
But they ran out of glue
Her poetry was awesome
In bed she always knew
Ted Hughes was just a messenger
He asked her what to do
The panther killed the lady
And ate her in a stew
Now he’s back in Africa
And they closed the Zoo
Oh, what does ambition do now
On a dung heap you’re the best
It’s ambition or it’s destiny
Tell them you’re a pest
If a woman bites your face
And leaves teeth marks as well
The very latest evidence says
Your love life will be hell.
They’re running up the walls now
They painted all the lights
Who knows who and why is why
Nothing is no sight
T
It crawls from the car parks, and
scuttles around the shopping malls.
God help us all 🙏 😎
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It’s another kind of flu,
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