And Then Porlock Flashed His Prick
I will write a stirring book
I will muse by Hackney Brook
I'll eat and drink and roar my song
And then Porlock came along.
I can liqiudate Liam Fox
Burn his corpse and slash his locks
But I can't start and I can't stop
Now that Porlock's made his drop
I now live in Amsterdam
With my spliff and Binghi tam
I think I'll win the human race
And then sad Porlock shows his face
I'm a dreadlocks Rasta elder
Like Ras Rojah and JB Welda
I bought my fare for Sierra Nevada
And then Porlock stepped in my larder
As I wander Hoxton's streets
I remember all my old retreats
Like Le Discotheque and the Golden Brick
And then Porlock flashed his prick!
Peter L Simons - October 2012
Edited 2 time(s). Last edit at 10/08/2012 02:24PM by The man.
