PLACES YOU’LL NEVER FIND ME
At any rap concert for fun,
At home watching a Merv Griffin re-run,
Singing bawdy drunken choruses of “There once was a nun”,
Under an expensive suntan machine,
In a sushi bar, eating fish, marine,
At the Diamond Jubilee garden party for the Queen,
At a catwalk with scowling skeletons as fashion artists,
Behind a booth-curtain voting for some racists,
In an East Lansing fundraiser for NRA activists,
On a golf course - because I’m below par,
Visiting Australia - because it’s too far,
Driving coast to coast - no car,
In British Columbia (ever again) - too wet,
In Mexico, Brazil, Angola - too hot,
Jogging in the NYC marathon - not fit, too fat.
I guess the idea is ludicrous,
bizarre, and truely mad
for me to want to build
my house atop a launching pad!
my luck, I'd be watching Merv Griffin
while below me lay more MIRV's
for some ridiculous reason
these idiot's would then declare it War!!!
I suppose you can well guess
what just then, I had in store
to reach above the highest clouds
and then climb and climb some more
above the needle nosed nose-cone
beneath me the rocket's roar
well, I suppose there's worse
ways to go
although what they might be,
I sure as hel_ don't know.
andrew caddick (short brown hair)
comes to bowl:
right hand over
looks straight on.
(Merv Hughes and Ian Healey - exeunt)
umpire (black trousers):
“he moved his feet!”
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