recession sex
these daysi practice safe sexa man with a wife and two kidshas to be carefulcan't afford accidentscan't contemplate another mouth to feedcan't take risks with the economycan't sustain any free range spermcan't cope with a vasectomy.these daysi'm in recessioni'm withdrawing a loti'm not depositing at alli'm living on plastici'm finding it hard to make ends meetthis recession's got me beat.a hex, a hex, a hex,on recession sex.4/2/91
every poet has a poem about depression
this poem is called
deepdeepdepression.
my sole is destroyed
my heel is indignant
my laces are distraught
my trousers utterly disgusted
my belt is appalled
my shirt is unstable
my jacket aches
my jocks tremble
my mastercard seeks revenge
my pen is extremely pissed off!
i think i'll write a poem.
july,1991
hillston welcome
what are ya?
i can't work it out.
when ya first come in 'ere
i thought you was a bikie.
but
i looked outside and there's no bike.
then
when ya ordered steak 'n eggs
i thought you was a truckie.
but,
i looked outside and there's no truck.
so............what are ya?
it's got me beat.
a poet?
i read there was a poet comin'.
well say a poem for us then
go on.
19/9/91
the two raps were written for a musical that toured schools.
it was called 'rap it up', and was performed by death defying theatre.
the play was commissioned by the australian consumers association.
the play toured to 80 high schools in new south wales, australia.
angry rap
wont somebody listen,
listen to us please,
give us what we ask for,
give us what we need.
when i was at school
i was treated like a fool
i tried to be cool
but i broke all the rules.
keep in lineget to class on time
being is a crime
submit and you'll be fine.
sonny where's your tie.
give me twenty reasons why
boy, i wish you'd try
couldn't wait to say goodbye.
'in this society
no-one listens to me
the beaurocracy
doesn't recognise me.
haven't i got rights
do i have to fight?
they say go fly a kite
i think i just might.
at the end of the queue
makes ya wanna spew
we are people too
just trying to get through.
'at home it's the same
i'm always to blame
life is just a game
where parents reign.
be seen and not be heard
feel like a caged-up bird
they have the last word
it really is absurd.
speak when spoken to
we have opinions too
always tell me what to do
don't give a hoot for you.
i went to work
i was treated like a jerk
nearly went berserk
work,work, work.
do this, do that
don't talk, don't chat
the boss gets fat
that's where it's at.
lift heavy weights
no smoko breaks
no coming in late
no talking to your mates.
the consumer rapwhen you spend your bucks, get your money's worthis it safe for you, is it friendly to earthi've got rights, 'cos i've got the cashif you pay on credit, don't get rashyou can ask somebody, if in doubtjust take your time, and check it all out.it's a disposable world, i've heard people sayuse it once and throw it awaythe paper you use, the burger you tastedthe world's getting totalled, the world's gettin wasted.is that food i'm buying pesticide free?low sugar, low salt, no m.s.g.?is the packaging of recyclable construction?i don't wanna pay for my planet's destruction.from our first bag of lollies to our graveyard plotwe all spend money for everything we've gotmoney's hard to come by, it doesn't grow on treesso when we spend our bucks, we want value pleaseand we have rights, we're protected by the lawwe can choose where to buy things, we can choose which storethe product better do, what it said it would door we'll get consumer affairs onto you.now a credit card is a very fine thingi can let myself go, have a real big flingi can buy all the things that i wanted sobut money on credit is money i oweand money i owe has to be paidwith interest on top of the purchase i madeso spend on credit but spend with care'cos when the good time's gone, the debt is still there.you've gotta ask questions if you're feeling confusedif you're feeling ripped off, if you're feeling abusedask choice info line, there are numbers to phonethere are people to help you, you are not alone.if you need more facts, there are places to gowhy not ask the consumer affairs bureauthat's what consumer rights is all aboutif you don't ask questions, you never find out.don't chase the bargain,before you check the jargonread every line, before you signopen your eyes, for words undersizebe a positive thinker, don't go hook line and sinkertake time to choose, then you wont loseno don't get aggro, take time go slowdon't chuck a mental, be environmentaldemand your rights, consumers UNITE!!'eat my boy, eateat my boy, eat, said my mothereat so your body will growa skinny child doesn't look healthya plump one has a warm robust glow.eat my boy, eat, said my fatherbread and oil was all that i atewhen i was a boy of your ageso eat all the food on your plate.eat my boy, eat, said my grannyit's wasteful to throw food awaythere are people in the world less fortunatethat die from starvation each day.so i ate and i ate and i ate, and then i ate some morei ate for my health, i ate for my country, i ate for the starving and poori ate for all the refugees and innocent victims of wari ate all my vegies, i ate all my meat, i ate spagetti and pasta galorei ate all my meals, i ate all my snacks, i ate till my stomach was soreand at thirteen years old, the doctor said, `for your weight you should be seven foot four.'well what could i do, a pimply young boy, the son of a wog, and funny things happening below,girls did not seem, to smell so bad, and my feelings were starting to show,now the doctor says, that i have grown, more than a boy my age should growas if i didn't have problems enough, then dealt this heavier blow,but doctor i said, i was a good boy, i ate cos my mum told me soand doctor i only, ate so much food, to rid the world of it's woesmy dad said you don't want to be fat all your lifemum said i'd have trouble in finding a wifethe doctor said son i'm going to put you on a diet,what else could i do but say that i'd try it.so i counted calories and curbed my urgesbut let myself go with occassional splurgesand the next time he saw me he wasn't too pleasedinstead of losing weight i actually increased.then i went through a series of fashionable dietsthe egg dietthe rice dietthe eat all you like dietthe don't eat at all dietthe fill yourself up with fibre dieteach new magazine mum would rush out and buy itthe exercise dietthe sit in your seat dietthe lecithin and kibble wheat dietthe beef and reef dietthe cabbage and beet dietevery new diet i was encouraged to try it.but i didn't get thin i only got depressedmy young teenage years were a social messmy body was too big, my dick was too smalland with the girls i was getting nowhere at alli was called tubby and chubby and just plain fatand barrel by one teacher at the school i was ati was called plump and ample and portly and roundi was surprised so many synonyms for fat could be found.but still i survived, those tough teenage years,where you don't want to be the odd one out, as suchyou want so bad to be accepted by your peersand image and identity mean so much.but beauty is only skin deep the proverb wisely statesand you learn that there are more important things that don't deterioratebut grow as you get older and improve with the advancing years,and the real person is within your skin, behind the barriers and fears,and that person is the one that counts, their thoughts and their ideas,but enough of this serious discourse, i have burdened all your ears,but, you know, sometimes, just sometimes, i'd like to have a body like richard gere's.komninos26/3/93.
