Sure there is nob down my street
There's a Nob who lives down my street, I know he's a nob
From what he wears on his feet, he wears red doc martins laced in
white,
He’s a shaven headed bastard of the ultra-right,
Revolutions
Copernicus seeded celestial motion
into every revolutionary movement
He wears ben Sherman and skinny red braces; he says he's a skinhead,
'De revolutionibus orbium coelestium'
But he’s not, he’s a racist, he hates other people, he thinks their unclean,
Connolly arms tied by British murderers
played the atheist prey of good Christians
But he drinks their larger and eats their cuisine; he has a bagel for his
breakfast
And a curry for his tea, but his favourite man in history, is a fucking
dead Nazi,
But he is as just a sypalitic parasite, a bloody disgrace, he was no
fucking champion
Of the master race, he says he's proud of his heritage, proud he's
white,
But he’s an evil Nazi
Bastard of the ultra-right, you incoherent bonehead, you really take the
piss,
With your Nazi ideology, you drive me round the twist; I hate everything
about you,
I hate what you’ve become; you’re the epitomy of ignorance,
but knew the signs of coming eruptions
not a socialist Nostradamus a class Einstein
his sums work on the cell walls of prisons
each social equation tested on picket lines
the Parliaments of pubs, fields and streets
behind the equal signs sit prophetic answers
‘Revolution is never practical until the hour
of revolution strikes then it alone is practical’
as gravity spins a web of dead rocks and ice
black balls the matter of stars into planets
You lousy Nazi scum
pulls the rabbit of life from dark interiors
so revolution brews and bubbles and digs
Luke Hogarth
under the City Gods unholy black jack economy
the mole of revolution is heading for the surface.
jgh(c)2012