Friday, 30 October 2009

Poem for the day

Today's poem is a Satyr's pasty of the saucer-eyed opprobrium eater Samuel Tailless Coalbridge. That's according to my notes here. Bryn's writing is not very good. His handwriting I mean - Mae'n ddrwg gen i Bryn! God rest his soul! - his poem writing is unclassified. Bryn lived in a one-roomed bedsit above the mynach where for twenty-seven years he enjoyed shamelessly and without toil, the generous benificements of a modern western classless meritocracy. Mair the papers says he had two cars and she saw one once - parked half a mile away - and he got in the passenger side! Well, well, boys bach, if he could afford a chauffeur then I think 'hounding him to his death' was a bit strong wasn't it Mrs Bryn's mam isn't it? The lazy scrounging bugger! Indeed.

In Aberystwyth Major did
A stately DSS decree
Where poor and needy people ran
And queued times measureless to man
To pawn their dignity.
So twice nine chairs of cerulean
With numbers tolling from red screen
Enfolded carpets bolted to the floors
Where blossomed electronic gadgetry
And here were glass screens thick
And time-locked doors
That gave the Social their security

But oh! that damned deep dividing chasm
Twixt rich and poor the seeds unfairly sown
A savage place! as soulless and degrading
As e'er before a counter girl was haunted
By woman wailing for her crisis loan!

A drunkard on a bender
In the office once I saw
It was a man of aged years
That wondered amidst present peers
Who really won the war
The homeless boy that needs the rent
The cripple needs the bed
The junkie needs to pay the man
A price upon his head
The single mother without fare
Her children cannot feed
She prostitutes her self-esteem
The State buys souls that bleed

And all did frightened see him there
Affix on each a mile-long stare
And all did cry Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
The DSS refused him thrice
And all can see he's better dead
For he on Special Brew hath fed
And drunk all earthly paradise.

Mair the papers says that's Bryn in the last paragraph! Haha stupid bugger isn't it?!

1 comment:

  1. Would that this were an opium induced fantasy.

    Fine stuff.