DRIBBLING MR SMITH

CROWN JEWELS OF MEDICATED PLASTIC TUBS

JOSTLE ON THE FRAGILE TROLLEY -

QUICKLY PUT BACK IN ORDER BY THE BRISTLING VOICE -A BLURRED AUTOMATIC FACE SMILES

I WATCHED AS HE PLACED ANY FLUID LEFT IN THEIR CASKETS INTO THE HIDDEN SOLITUDE 

COVERED BY A CLUMSY MAGAZINE-THE QUEEN SMILED OUT FROM THE CRUMBLED COVER

STORIES FALL LIKE MELTING SNOW  ALL AROUND HIM

THROWN BY TIRED -DREADFUL SCREECHES

I NOTICE THAT THE WHEELS TRANSFORM INTO DEMONS WITH FIERY EYES -

IF YOU STARE LONGER THAN IT TAKES TEA TO COOL

NOW ONLY A FEW MILLION MILES FROM MY PLANET

A HAND DRAGS OUT A USED FLAG

DRIBBLING AGAIN MR SMITH

PIL SHAKES INTO THE PURPLE FLUID AND THE HAMMER DROPS

I WATCH AS HE POLITELY SHIFTS THE QUEEN AND THROWS DOWN THAT HUNGARY THROAT A RAINBOW

OF DRIBBLING MR SMITHS -