And Then Porlock Flashed His Prick

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 must 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

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"Thus "Person from Porlock", "Man from Porlock", or just "Porlock" are literary allusions to unwanted intruders who disrupt inspired creativity."

[en.wikipedia.org]

It's about a sad case of chronic mastubatory attention deficit disorder.
Cheers.