The
whole of December
is hollier than thou
is decking the belles
is reckoning on festive spirit
is reckless in loving expression
is good natured for once
and only really grouchy over pudding
The whole of December
is a sale through the window
is lit up like the tree in the town square
so even little children are aware
for the whole of December.
The
more I see of Morrissey
The
more I see of Morrissey
The more I see his misery
His mordant seams of mystery
His madcap seat theocracy
He taps into a vein
that asks you to explain
shows you a self centred sadness
that's touching just the same
Laugh off his own misgivings
What a way to earn a living
But the scene is more forgiving
and wants him to themselves
The more I see of Morrissey
The more I see his currency
His delicate post buoyancy
Delectable mock intensity
Ward off his inner demons
Is that why beaming in
as subtle as such scheming
I make it out to be
the more I see of Morrissey
Meat
Eater Beaten
Prehistory revisited
No bones about it
Both longer and larger
And two hundred tons
T rex's rep wrecked
Dislocated
The more we dissect
Museum's muse bemused
A whole conference
Confused
We don't so much come to truth
As peel back layers
Today's understanding
May be tomorrow's myth
A
new species of man
Through no fault of our own
other than a passion for digging
unearthing old fragments
of earlier civilisation
we came across some bones
a different match of clothing
Suddenly another variation
makes us still less unique
these antecedent offshoots
don't reflect on us
all that well
Preaching to a parish of privilege
no longer accorded sapiens sapiens
so so-so so superior
A new species of Man
only recently uncovered
confirmed as being
what scientists said it was
Diminishing our mock divinity
planing off years of dreaming
and DNA destiny