Original Bungee

Land dives:
Prepare vines
Round your feet.
A 20 foot
Harvest harbinger drop.
Antiquated, dangerous, tribal mind-set?

Before she ‘legs it’,
Your Sarah Vine should
Give it a pop.

Lubię Drzewa

Lubię drzewa.
Możesz siedzieć pod nimi i pisać o nich.
Nasi przywódcy są jak drzewa.
Siedzimy pod nimi i piszemy o nich.
Lubię piły łańcuchowe.

Ich mag Bäume

Ich mag Bäume.
Man kann unter ihnen sitzen und darüber schreiben.
Unsere Politiker sind wie Bäume.
Mann sitzt unter ihnen und schreibt über sie.
Ich mag Kettensägen.

Parky Poem

Mid-class girls with
Beautiful bobs and
Boring babies over here.
In the background,
The youth and youthful plot
And thicken over there
And we all watch
This pointless parky kick about.

Culture clash cohesive.
Look on look on,
With hope in your tyres
And admire the
Sports directed
Uniform
And
Jigsaw mumsnet
Uniform.
I must look
Forlorn
Under a tree,
As a bloke strangely
accuses me
Of being CID...
Must be my note pad
I think cheerily,
As upon my
Over-strength
Polish can,
A bumble bee
Decided to get
A bit largery.

Plough

It's funny how
Stars forget
The shape
Of a plough

Why?!

Why?

They say,
Why?
Do that?
Why stand?
Why care?
Why speak?
Why?
Why bother?
Why do that?
Why?!
Stand here with these people?
Why?
It's not your fight...
Why?
Shoulder to shoulder
Why?
What's the point?
Why?
We're up here
You're all down there
Why?
You can't make a difference
Why?
It's the way it is
Why?
You’re not meant to be here
Why?
They’re not meant to be here
Why?
Why are you standing here?
Why?
Why?!
Why are you shouting?
Why?!
I can't believe it.
Why?
Would you do that?
Why?
Would
You
Do
That?
Because I'm human.
It's in me contract.

16 Artists, 13 Masterpieces and 1 Art School Mod, Against The Cuts

They rip and tear,
Like the top of
Clifford still’s “Ph-950”
The swines, with Lichtenstein's
Fire their “ Torpedo… Los!”
Their darts through the hearts of the arts
And put up strong bars like
Franz Kline's “Mahoning”,
But we ain't just moaning,
We're effectively angry.
So, replace the red mist with
Pollock’s "Lavender Mist",
For without art,
The is no life,
We just exist.

With Francis bacon’s "Figure in Movement”,
We are all figures in this movement.
So take action to the nation's
Ruscha's "Standard Station"s
And cause sensation.
Make the transition from
Boxing position
And raise that fist in the air
Lowry’s got “A Fight” for what's fair
As Marcus Harvey’s “Myra”'s
Hand-printed on new fivers
Mary Jane Ansell's  "Georgie”
Innocently looks on
We're making art, not war
With these protest songs,
We're dropping Ron English,
Muck Rock grafitti bombs.

Use Renoir's “The Umbrellas”,
To shield from directors’ cuts,
Kathe Kolwitz’s wood cuts.
But unlike "Die Freiwilligen",
We're volunteering for a proper cause,
We're marching for a proper cause,
Before Constable’s "Haywain"
Stays broken down,
Beware Turner's coming clouds,
Stand tall, stand proud
With Peter blake and take a
"Self Portrait with Badges”
We stand with practitioners, painters,
Assistants, curators,
Sweeper-uppers after artists,
Gallery bed-makers
And those of common ilk
And create a
“Series of Small Fires and Milk”