Droogs in drag, with faces like skrag
end. Cro Magnon throwbacks, with hair
like anthrax. Booted and rooted,
with cravats in convoluted
knots. Tie dyes or paisley, with teeth
yellow as daisies. Bum freezer
boys feel the noize, with more requests
than Housewives Choice. 'Samba Pa Ti',
with a keg of Party Seven.
Dirty Sweet, with Odour Eaten
feet. Three day weekers, with coke heads
courtesy of New Wave Seekers.
Tanked up tank tops, with Haiku splashed
Karate chops. I♥KY
jellyfish bottom feeders, with
eyes bleak as Mayfair Readers Wives.
Kool and the Baader-Meinhof Gang,
with dance routines more Bang than Bump.
Comments
FTSE100 | October 4, 2008 - 17:04
Your poem, or at least the first word thereof, inspired me to have another prod at Clockwork Orange. Not really relevant, but interesting: first page of said novel mentions a made-up drug called drencrom. What's the betting that this is Hunter Thompson's adrenochrome, which exists, but not as he knows it - it's not the sort of thing you'd hit on by accident. I checked the publication dates just to make sure the connection was plausible, and so it is. Makes yer fink, dunnit? I like to think of Burgess reading Rolling Stone or curling up in bed with Fear and Loathing.
Anyway, nice poem. (I've bravely resisted the temptation to comment in nadsat).