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The Wheel-Spinners' & Grunters' Social Club

Environment v Consumerism

The taxis, bikes and minis all screech to a halt

As a big BMW breaks the law

He's heading for the social club

Foot pressed to the floor

The Wheel-Spinners' & Grunters' Social Club

Only 4x4's allowed

And sports cars (if they're big enough)

'Cause the crucial bit is - LOUD

Two thousand million years

To bury carbon 'neath the clay

Now it's burnt in twenty decades

'Cause we need BIG toys for play

Oral, anal, genital

Old Sigmund's in a daze

'Cause he missed 'The Biggest Conker'

- The adolescent phase

They've a fondness for bananas

(Skins are thrown into the drain)

There's a stance that says 'Each testicle

Is bigger than my brain.'

There's tornadoes in Bermuda

Sandstorms in the middle east

The sea's invaded Alabama

Alligators have a feast

As the goddess tries to cleanse the Earth

Of this greedy parasite

And restore a sort of balance

To the earthly paradise

One swam over the cuckoo's nest -

(There's no sight of land in Devon)

Hear that midsummer night's scream

In Stratford under Avon

There's lightning in Leipzig

And mud in place of floor

They're sleepless in Seattle

As the rain lashes the door

They're witless in Wigan

At the petrol-shortage news

As they leap into their grunt-mobiles

Engines fuming, stand in queues

We're waking up in Woking

And we're gonna join in too

If the TV says 'materialism'

Then I'm bound to. Aren't you?

The Wheel-Spinners' & Grunters' Social Club

The owner's car 1 GRUNT in view

Now I know I've really made it

'Cause I've bought the plate GRUNT 2 .

 

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I was reviewing some folders of collected quotes, articles, fables, etc., when I came across this forgotten poem.  As my filing system is pretty chaotic, my genes lacking even a hint organizational efficiency, I'm unable to recall who penned it or even where I found it.

However, I know why it  appeals to me.
Always been jealous of creative people, not so much the results of their creativity, but how easily it seems to flow from them without effort.   Jealous even of the unconventional ones,
considered "freaks" by most.

I sit down to write, so clearly knowing in my mind what I want to express, sometimes spending all day on one blog entry, and still I'm disappointed with the results; not what I had in mind.

  How difficult finding, choosing the words. 

How limited the vocabulary.

How so little evidence produced to show my effort.

It suprises me.

So much time spent reading.

"I know Jim didn't do it.  Everytime I look up, he's reading."Once had a fifth grade teacher determined to find the student responsible for defacing a textbook.  Certain the  guilty one could not have been a girl, they were turned loose to the playground for a free recess period; the boys being kept behind....with her! Can't help wonder, what all happened while we were playing; was the responsible one ever found?

What starts off as a thearaputic release, productive use of time, an escape, quickly becomes an obsession; then disappointment.