
John Cooper Clarke
I wrote this poem the other day. I had been listening to the wonderful Salford poet John Cooper Clarke and thought I would try to emulate his style….(as if!) I have used Facebook as a theme because whenever I go there, I am always fascinated by the massive amount of ‘friends’ people seem to have. Anyone can apply to be a ‘friend’ , some don’t even know who these ‘freinds’ are! Some of the profile pictures are hilarious – I’ve even seen Hitler as someones profile picture. The other thing about Facebook is that people are such liars about themselves, it’s a kind of ‘anything goes’ place. So that was where the inspiration came from and this is what happened:-
Her Facebook page is on your screen
suppress that smirk
as you watch her preen
Her day-glo ass like a tangerine
The Clockwork Orange of a nasty dream
The grinning mass of her airbrushed face
A sickly mask hiding her disgrace
Talk about arsenic and very old lace
She’s there for the kill – forget the chase
‘Looking for Love’ states the brass-faced mare
(and any old cash that you’ve got to spare)
Abandon hope all who enter there
And be careful when she lures you to her bijou lair .
3000 ‘friends’ joining in the game
Even Pope John Paul’s in her hall of fame
A barefaced liar that feels no shame
The greasy embers of a burnt out flame
Ten years younger than her Dinasaur age
A Terrorhawk wonder on the rampage
Every profile picture – a darker shade of beige
Click to see her boogie on a makeshift stage
Throwing back Sambuca’s in dramatic pose
Strutting like an ostrich in her too tight clothes
Such a party person but here’s one who knows
When the party’s over it will end in blows
©L. M. Roberts
I’ve wrote a post about this poet HERE
But for a look at the ‘Master’ in action – and how it should be done click Here and enjoy!
My other poetry experiments;
Haiku: Three for March
Finding the words (freeverse)
Drowned in sound (dark)
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