Yell if yer wanna go faster faster faster
jet fighters are just tomorrow’s
cigarette lighters, sit back we’ll have a long bong,
or two, then try and measure the speed of sound,
the sound of war – (what is it good for?)
Absolutely nothing stimulating about being squeezed
into the ghost train twice a day, there’s no fun in the bumper
car school run, and what’s the point in pointing guns
just so you can win a prize: a china dog, a cuddly toy,
a goldfish drowning in a plastic bag?
Who in their right mind wants that? – (perhaps it’s waving.)
This is the fun fair so why not enjoy yourself?
Relax, ride the rollercoaster
get fat and stuck in candyfloss,
play a little find the lady, or in the house of mirrors
adjust your size, shape, contemplate
why cocunuts are shy. Fish for ducks
and throw some hoops.
Then Scream when you’ve had enough.
Scream when yer wanna stop.
Scream and Scream until you’re sick.But what exactly did you expect?
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Born in East London but now residing amongst the hedge mumblers of rural Suffolk, P.A.Levy has been published in many magazines, from ‘A cappella Zoo’ to ‘Zygote In My Coffee’ and stations in-between. He is also a founding member of the Clueless Collective and can be found loitering on page corners and wearing hoodies at www.cluelesscollective.co.uk.