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On Not Wearing Purple

 

Sod wearing purple

I’m gonna fake dementia

Sup single malt in Tesco aisles

and Jose Cuervo Gold                       

Steal Thornton’s biggest fuckoff box

of truffles,  milk and dark

Then stuff my face with Krispy Kremes

Leave fingermarks on magazines

I’ll ride the roads in off-peak times

Rob Asdas far and wide

A North West quest to shoplift shite

funded by the State

 

Like Cooper Clarke

I’ll take up smack

Perfect on a pension

A tenner wrap’ll see me through

five day’s worth of budget food

Keep me warm and help me sleep

(can’t afford the heating bills)

Poppy tea and homegrown green

replacing own-brand tins of beans

I’ll start to deal, and not in stocks

So stick your purple cardie                

in the Sad Old Bastards box

 

◄ Who Can Own Mountains?

Bed ►

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steve pottinger

Tue 18th Sep 2012 20:59

Supping single malt in Tesco aisles.... I loved that image! It made me laugh out loud. :-)

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Tue 4th Sep 2012 12:22

What kind of over-70's do you see in your daily sphere! I agree that old age can look very funny, and privileged even. This poem covers a lot of ground, with humour ... a wry twist on 'Do not go gentle... etc. etc.'
But I bristled over the 'fake dementia' image; I find it hard to see that state as a joke; old age and dementia are not synonymous. The 'homegrown green' is hilarious (presuming 'weed' is intended.) Blame the Olympics... purple/aubergine will now be even more invasive everywhere. It no longer flags a 'free spirit' of elderly years.

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Anthony Emmerson

Sat 21st Jul 2012 16:48

A whole new twist on "pipe and slippers" Laura! Pass it around when you're done!

Regards,
A.E.

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Martin Peacock

Sat 21st Jul 2012 15:41

Oh, this is a bleedin' belter of a read, chuck. Talk about chuckle! And it would read perfectly in blank verse [with a little tinkering] perhaps better than in rhymed, couplet style. Sadly there are only two words in English that rhyme with 'purple' = 'hurple': to [cause someone to] walk with a limp; and 'curple': the strap that goes under a horse's tail.

Either way I'll gladly mainline wiv ya when we finally reach the big seven-oh if ya like. [Finding a vein won't be a prob then, will it? They'll stand out like A-roads on a 1950s OS map!]

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Greg Freeman

Thu 19th Jul 2012 12:35

Liked this a lot, Laura. Distinctive, fits in well with these austere times. Love the first line. You could make it the title? On the other hand, maybe the more neutral one you have at the moment will lure more polite purple-lovers in to read it.

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Tommy Carroll

Tue 17th Jul 2012 20:59

Laura, I think, if you rime in couplet style, you definitely could have a winner there with an adult version 'by' Doctor Seuss. Pleas please compose more shite like what this is.
yours respecatably
Thomas

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John Darwin

Tue 17th Jul 2012 17:29

godd stuff Laura, grow old disgracefully, it's the only way.
cheers
John

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Laura Taylor

Tue 17th Jul 2012 14:09

Ha - I'm going to squat my own house cos there's no way I'll pay that mortgage off in time :D

Thank you re the repetition - didn't see that at all! Grr. Edited now - cheers Ann!

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Ann Foxglove

Tue 17th Jul 2012 13:59

I think I might just go and live in a tent!

Good sentiments Laura - I look forward to bumping into you in Asda where I shall be quaffing the Scrumpy Jack and scoffing After Eights. (I thought you could avoid repeating the "see me through" line mebbe?) xx

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