231. See You Next Tuesday.
there was this rather self-satisfied
bearded messianic wanker
on TV about a fortnight ago
with his empty-eyed smiling acolytes
spouting forth dreamily
– as if we haven’t heard it all before –
about how the world is going to end
and some be-suited earnest TV-type
filling in to camera that this particular
nut-house cult held to a
back-to-nature & shag-your-children ethic
(don’t they all ?)
Well, now it’s Thursday,
and yet again,
we’re still here.
But I’ve noticed
that the TV-types never seem to revisit
Mr Wanker & his pals
to ask for some sort of an apology.
if this was double glazing
or vitamins or face-cream
I think there’d be some explaining to do,