REMEMBER THE DAY

Remember the day; black and white TV;
B.B.C. English – but sod it we spoke it our way
Newsprint that came off on the chips
Nylon was the vogue, lime green socks;
shocking pink; winkle pickers even -
imagination in that name. Doctor Who scarves;
Church choirs; surplices for boys - trust in the priest,
no argument with the establishment
do as you’re told, get yer ‘air cut.
Who needs heroes?


They came: The man with fast moving hands
and the fingers that plucked with hair
that made a sergeant major convulse.
Out with the ballads, Alma, Johnnie Ray
and Frankie left by the Green Door.

They broke the mould
Bill came; kiss curl, halo and all,
over sexed and over here.
Sixth formers jived in the drive.
The Jam sang Eton Rifles and
then there was Alice.
Did she actually give a fuck about
A Town Called Malice.
Heroes came and went.

Shunned the order: refused the gong
and everyone moved like Jagger.
Kool and the Gang they couldn’t spell
and did you want to be in my gang?
Heroes- well choose your medicine.

Some chose god or pot or coke or crack,
turned on the priest – innuendo? Well you choose.
Money was easy. Mis-sold; mis-spent; mis-used.
Argued, blamed others, spent more than they had.
Heroes in suits, lawyers, bankers, wankers, and thieves.

Absurdity; Arrogance, Ignorance and Greed –
you can sing it, If you know the words.
Show your hands, if you dare. Stand-up and deliver
those heroes are in my head where I want them to be

The real ones - don’t (necessarily) sing.
They care for someone; our planet;
the whole bloody world. You choose.
Because You Can.