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Blubbercocky

from Inhuman Resources by Tom Kingsley

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A nursery rhyme about the rumoured but unproven powers of modern politicians to change things for the better, and their proven skills in self-indulgence and prevarication. Loosely based on the idea of Emperor Nero fiddling (in all of its meanings) while Rome burnedand a dangerous and cruel creature, feared by all, in the poem Jabberwocky by Lewis Carrol. No points for guessing which modern politician I had in mind when I came up with the name Blubbercocky.

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Blubbercocky

When I was young and Santa old
and children did as they were told
I'd dream as swans with wings of gold
flew to the Milky Way.
Behind them pigs would loop the loop
as scented breezes cooled my soup
white elephants would glide and swoop
and whistling, would play.
In rhubard trees they'd build their nests
as politicians combed their crests
and swallowed all the Eton mess
throughout the live-long day.
Nose-candy mountains, hubris too,
had dropped us in an Irish stew
and warm seas with Elysian view
called us to sail away
from truth and credibility
and wise but dull maturity.
Straight to the sirens' call were we
drawn closer every day.
In pea-green boats upon a lake
of Trukazade our thirsts we'd slake
while feasting on some Kobe steak
the magic geese would lay
so we could gorge on golden eggs
as we bestrode the world on legs
made up of malted whisky kegs
we'd flown down from Islay.
Then foaming "champers" at the mouth
we'd stripped the world from north to south
while calling Truth a "blabbermouth"
we'd sing "Callooh! Callay!"
But then the dreaded Blubbercock
we met before we'd taken stock
that nothing was there left to hock
to pay the pipes to play.
We climbed the magic money tree
to sniff the air, to watch the sea,
to spot the luckless refugees
and blame them for the way
our government had stolen all
the nation's wealth and had a ball.
The money tree was left to fall,
it rots there to this day.
Soon nonsense will the last word be
at parties where the mushroom tea
is brewed by madder hats than we.
Let's desperately pray!

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from Inhuman Resources, released September 5, 2022
Tom Kingsley - Vox, Andy Fung - drums, jingly things & BV; Paul Battenbough - ukelele & BV; Frank Naughton - keyboards, drums & FX.

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Tom Kingsley Newport, UK

Tom Kingsley (aka Brian Phillips) has been a poet for 50yrs and thinks he might just be getting the hang of it. Always trying to look at life, even the grotesques and gargoyles of the world, with humour, he hopes to bring about regime change, revolution, and the salvation of nature by scribbling a few words and then singing or reciting them into that new fangled gramaphone contraption. Iechyd da. ... more

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