A Fall.

Ill Considered Poem About MarkeSmith

Mark E Smith is in the bushes
Outside my window.
He's in among the Dahli-a
Peeking out.
I think he's coming to kill me because I don't like his band.

Mark E Smith is in the bushes
Peeking out.
He looks like one of those rubber puppets you put in your fingers
As a kid.
Made it gurn
Mark E Smith is gurning in the bushes.
I think he's calling me a Kant.
In German.
While gurning.

Mark E Smith is in the bushes
Peeking out.
Maybe he wants my teeth
He doesn't have any of his own.
I think he sold them to the devil for cult like acclaim.
And now he's come to kill me because I don't like his band.

Mark E Smith is in the bushes
Peeking out.
Secretly planning a radio 6 retrospective
One he can never bring himself to present
Maybe he thinks I'm Marc Riley
He must be drunk.
I have more hair.

Mark E Smith is in the bushes
Peeking out.
I've gone outside
Because the live experience is always better than the record,
It's cold, no worries for the hard man of the Manchester scene
But I need another jumper
Maybe a scarf and hat.

Mark E Smith is in the bushes
Peeking out.
Not even quoting any Fall lyrics in this.
Just lazily appropriating his most famous speech pattern.
He's not disappointed, just angry.

Mark E Smith is in the bushes
Outside my window.
He's in among the Dahli-a