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Waterlogged
Clowns
(Dee Shipman
/ Herman Van Veen)
There go the waterlogged clowns
In procession
While the people standing by
Wear their blank weatherproof faces
Just to make sure they stay
Warm and dry
Mrs Baker
Still hides her bumps and bruises
And stress
Walks dressed
In style with strain
Down the lane
And in the rain
And in the meantime
Kids are fooling
And joking
And soaking their friends and their feet
In each puddle and pool......
And mothers are groaning
And moaning
And cleaning
The clowns up for school.........!
They're out gathering money
To try and end a war
Tickertaping the streets
And raping the dead they have mourned
A little time before.......
There's a statue
To a famous thief of old
A just reward for stealing
Ancient galleons of gold!
And all at once
They burn their eyes
On blazing skies......
Dogs taking flight
As the mothers take fright
And God howls his delight.........!
And Heaven gets light
In the head, at the sight
Of a town without eyes.........!
Thirty ways to boost
A breast made out of blubber!
Rubber and sex-on-a-stick!
Stores full of candyfloss for living
Pick and take
And make yourself sick!
From a car
A man yells for his ration
And stuffs his passion-feast
Of grease
Down a drain.........!
A train of food is lying around
Birds eat the droppings off the ground
The streets all glisten
Like viscous reflectors
The city's in flood.......
Each car has a clown
Going down, going down
'Til he drowns in the mud.......!
There go the waterlogged clowns
In procession
While the people standing by
Wear their blank weatherproof faces
Just to make sure they stay
Warm and dry.......
Mrs Baker
Still hides her bumps and bruises
And stress
Walks dressed
In style with strain
Down the lane..
And in the rain
And in the meantime
Kids are fooling
And joking
And soaking their friends and their feet
In each puddle and pool......
And mothers are groaning
And moaning
And cleaning the clowns up for school.......................!
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