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by Roger McGough | |

Survivor

 Everyday,
I think about dying.
About disease, starvation, violence, terrorism, war, the end of the world.
It helps keep my mind off things.


by Roger McGough | |

Beguiling

 She is so beguiling 
That when she beckons
I can run a mile
In twenty seconds.


by Roger McGough | |

Cake

 i wanted one life
you wanted another
we couldn't have our cake
so we ate eachother.


by Roger McGough | |

Goodbat Nightman

 God bless all policemen
and fighters of crime,
May thieves go to jail
for a very long time.
They've had a hard day helping clean up the town, Now they hang from the mantelpiece both upside down.
A glass of warm blood and then straight up the stairs, Batman and Robin are saying their prayers.
* * * They've locked all the doors and they've put out the bat, Put on their batjamas (They like doing that) They've filled their batwater-bottles made their batbeds, With two springy battresses for sleepy batheads.
They're closing red eyes and they're counting black sheep, Batman and Robin are falling asleep.


by Roger McGough | |

Kinetic poem no.2

 with love
give me your hand
some stranger
is fiction than truth

without love
I'm justa has
been away
too long in the tooth.


by Roger McGough | |

Let Me Die a Youngmans Death

 Let me die a youngman's death
not a clean and inbetween
the sheets holywater death
not a famous-last-words
peaceful out of breath death

When I'm 73
and in constant good tumour
may I be mown down at dawn
by a bright red sports car
on my way home
from an allnight party

Or when I'm 91
with silver hair
and sitting in a barber's chair
may rival gangsters
with hamfisted tommyguns burst in
and give me a short back and insides

Or when I'm 104
and banned from the Cavern
may my mistress
catching me in bed with her daughter
and fearing for her son
cut me up into little pieces
and throw away every piece but one

Let me die a youngman's death
not a free from sin tiptoe in
candle wax and waning death
not a curtains drawn by angels borne
'what a nice way to go' death


by Roger McGough | |

Mrs Moon

 Mrs Moon
sitting up in the sky
little old lady
rock-a-bye
with a ball of fading light
and silvery needles
knitting the night


by Roger McGough | |

You and I

 I explain quietly.
You hear me shouting.
You try a new tack.
I feel old wounds reopen.
You see both sides.
I see your blinkers.
I am placatory.
You sense a new selfishness.
I am a dove.
You recognize the hawk.
You offer an olive branch.
I feel the thorns.
You bleed.
I see crocodile tears.
I withdraw.
You reel from the impact.


by Roger McGough | |

The Leader

 I wanna be the leader
I wanna be the leader
Can I be the leader?
Can I? I can?
Promise? Promise?
Yippee I'm the leader
I'm the leader

OK what shall we do?


by Roger McGough | |

The Time I Like Best

 The time I like best is 6am
when the snow is 6 inches deep
which I'm yet to discover
'cause I'm under the covers
fast, fast asleep.


by Roger McGough | |

The Trouble with Snowmen

 'The trouble with snowmen,'
Said my father one year
'They are no sooner made
than they just disappear.
I'll build you a snowman And I'll build it to last Add sand and cement And then have it cast.
And so every winter,' He went on to explain 'You shall have a snowman Be it sunshine or rain.
' And that snowman still stands Though my father is gone Out there in the garden Like an unmarked gravestone.
Staring up at the house Gross and misshapen As if waiting for something Bad to happen.
For as the years pass And I grow older When summers seem short And winters colder.
The snowmen I envy As I watch children play Are the ones that are made And then fade away.