What kind of fuckery
is this
Amy sings?
The head banging
Foo fighters
strum at the strings
of coloured guitars
and we all wait
for Sunday
with Andrew Marr.
Save the planet...
ban the car..
segregate smokers...
out price beer
by the jar.
We'll soon be brewing
moonshine,
puffin' weed,
and sex will take place
on abandoned car seats.
Sally Plumb
Sally Plumb Plumb
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/saturday-night-and-sunday-morning/
