Favelado
I'm loving Engels instead.
I don't know if I posted this before but during the pandemic I wrote a poem about Blackpool in the style of John Cooper Clarke. Apologies to the real poet and to anyone who doesn't enjoy it.
Donkey Lasher
Big One, National, Dipper, Mouse,
Neighbour tried to rob your house.
North, South, Central Pier
Walked through Mereside, got the fear.
Town in need of illumination,
Smell of piss at North Station.
Sun’s out, guns out, promenade.
“What yer lookin’ at mate? D’yer think yer ‘ard?
Come and have a go if you think yer ‘ard enough”
Man-boobs tell me he’s fucking lard enough.
Girl’s eyebrows are marker, her tan is fake,
Her IQ’s 99 and she’s a flake.
Critics can knock us and maybe they’re right.
At least we’re not Preston. Fucking shite.
Copyright Favelado 2020.
Donkey Lasher
Big One, National, Dipper, Mouse,
Neighbour tried to rob your house.
North, South, Central Pier
Walked through Mereside, got the fear.
Town in need of illumination,
Smell of piss at North Station.
Sun’s out, guns out, promenade.
“What yer lookin’ at mate? D’yer think yer ‘ard?
Come and have a go if you think yer ‘ard enough”
Man-boobs tell me he’s fucking lard enough.
Girl’s eyebrows are marker, her tan is fake,
Her IQ’s 99 and she’s a flake.
Critics can knock us and maybe they’re right.
At least we’re not Preston. Fucking shite.
Copyright Favelado 2020.


