Bored senseless by all you
straight and brave and rational,
uninspired dosh-grabber clones in your
grey trousers with razor-sharp creases
and your spotless white shirts
and your Chanel suits and Hermès scarves,
your patterned speeches, programmed decisions!
We need unreasons and folly,
jessamine-scented exhaustion fumes
and pink, dick-shaped skyscrapers,
and kaleidoscope streets
heavy with the smell of weed,
and long-haired redheads dancing
to Goa-Trance in public places,
wiggling their bare tits to the narrow-sphinctered!
Shove your BigMacs up your bums!
We need our daily slice of banana bread!
We need to shag and kiss
and not to text each other on sterile IPhones!
We need champagne fountains
and not copyrighted brownish piddle!
We need free pleasure
and colours and perfumes!
Before we die, we need a life,
one worth dying for!