Tuesday 25 June 2013

Ballad of Charles Saatchi

 The old-fashioned millionaire




I says, ‘put on your coat’
She wouldn’t stop her yap
So I’ve grabbed her round throat
I ain’t given her no slap!


She's made me do it, I swear
She’s jealous. She’s turned to fat
She’s scared I’m looking elsewhere
They’re all the same, birds like that

 

OK, it don’t look good
But them cameras, they lied
Look at it this way, blood
She’s hardly even cried!

She’s made me do it, the tart
Flirting with every bloke
She knows nuffink about art
She’s turned me into joke!

Wednesday 19 June 2013

Goddess


Think of me as your Cavalier
You are my Golf, my Yaris
I would take you for a beer
Or for a weekend, in Paris
Think of me as your Subaru
You are my Saxo my Polo
There is little I wouldn’t do for you
I would give you my last Rolo
Think of me as your Granada
I would lend you my best winter coat
I would be kinder, try harder
Than that beast who grabbed your throat
You are my Prius, Nigella
My Cherry; I’m your kind of fella

Tuesday 11 June 2013

No net









For Andre



They are the rule-breakers, almost foolhardy
See them skip recklessly across the wire
Throw shapes with their shadow puppetry
Or pass their bare skin through the fire
We admire the illusion, is it trickery?
As they juggle with light, burst out of the stave
Their skill lies in their audacity –
Fortune favours those who are brave
They know, with mathematical certainty
When to push, when to gamble with their art
See them dance around eternity
We’re not like them. We could not scale their height
They are the poets of the cold, thin air
They need no net. They know that one is there.

Monday 3 June 2013

Poor Odysseus


You are known in the local nick
And, also, down at the police station
For inspiring every lunatic
In this inebriated nation.
Look what you did to poor Odysseus –
You gave Circe the potion for his wine.
In order to make a fool of us
You turned all of his men into swine.
As you creep around the sky at night
Staring down with your owl's eye
You like to make us argue and fight
But, if I were to use as an alibi
The fact that you toy with us for sport
My words would simply be laughed out of court.