Cat Stevens is very wise;
he wrote the song
Father and Son.
We all have the same lives.
I leant a drunk 20p
that was explicitly for buying beer.
He was taken by Frederick Siedel’s
murdering face and so I read him the lines:
"The day outside is blue and good.
God is in the neighbourhood."
Cat Stevens converted to Islam.
His name is now Yusuf Islam.
All Gods are great!
I am uncomfortable
because everyone thinks
I am uncomfortable.
That’s not a seagull,
that’s a kite in the shape
of a seagull.
All Gods are great!
At Live Aid, Elton John ran over time
so Yusuf Islam’s set got cut.
This concrete table is
the same dimensions
as my grave.
There goes a man with the nose
and beard of a terrorist,
wearing sandals in mid-March.
There goes a learner driver double-decker bus.
Elton John: the homo. Everyone is asking:
do you love me? Share my body?
That girl can hardly be twelve years old.
Paedophiles use strong rhymes.
Paedophiles write nursery songs.
Everyone is asking: Share my body?
Do you love me? My girlfriend pulses.
I reciprocate.
