The dog who lived for history
FinsburyParkCarrots
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If you put a dog up on a high chair
there'll come a point when he'll need to come down for a piss.
And it's only fair to get a ladder up to him
when the chair's higher than parliament,
and try to coax him down with a retirement bone.
But the dog in the chair now has his sights on the giant monkey
a little bit to the right of the edge of the world
who's telling him to keep sat
and yelp down at his trained hounds
and to tear apart some beaten up alleycat
bad cat -
but just a cat on the other side of the dogs
and the signifying monkey -
on the basis of a forged doggier
sorry dossier
that says he's planning on using his claws
within forty five minutes of getting a mawling
from the big mufukin dog poh-lice.
But back yesterday
when the inspecting greyhounds from head office went snooping
the cat had no claws that they could see
and yet the monkey said get the cat and get his cream
we'll free the worms
that cat has got claws
he hadn't any to start with
but I sold him some
They're detachable, honest
He says they came off in a fight
But he hid them in some trashcan somewhere
Fuck Officer Dibble
here come the bloodhounds
whoo hoo whoo hoo yessssssurrrreeee.
Well, the alley's on fire and there were no claws
and the worms are confusing the bloodhounds, so many, multiplying,
wanting their soil back again
instead of being run by a changeover from the dogs to some new cats
who are only going to gobble them whole
and the monkey's still waving his arms in the distance
He's like King Kong except he stays up and the buildings fall down
and he's waving at the dog
Git up dog
do it fuhh history
Ah'll jis' stay here wid mah banana yis yis
you command the show!
Well the piss is starting to run down the ladder
into the gutters
into the streets
into the alleys
and when the chair comes down
and people write about the dog
who wanted a place in history
all they'll see is sky and burning smoke
and if they turn around
amid the bones of cats and dogs
there'll be worms
lots of worms
and the lingering stink of piss from the dog king
in the shadow of monkey shitpile mountain.
there'll come a point when he'll need to come down for a piss.
And it's only fair to get a ladder up to him
when the chair's higher than parliament,
and try to coax him down with a retirement bone.
But the dog in the chair now has his sights on the giant monkey
a little bit to the right of the edge of the world
who's telling him to keep sat
and yelp down at his trained hounds
and to tear apart some beaten up alleycat
bad cat -
but just a cat on the other side of the dogs
and the signifying monkey -
on the basis of a forged doggier
sorry dossier
that says he's planning on using his claws
within forty five minutes of getting a mawling
from the big mufukin dog poh-lice.
But back yesterday
when the inspecting greyhounds from head office went snooping
the cat had no claws that they could see
and yet the monkey said get the cat and get his cream
we'll free the worms
that cat has got claws
he hadn't any to start with
but I sold him some
They're detachable, honest
He says they came off in a fight
But he hid them in some trashcan somewhere
Fuck Officer Dibble
here come the bloodhounds
whoo hoo whoo hoo yessssssurrrreeee.
Well, the alley's on fire and there were no claws
and the worms are confusing the bloodhounds, so many, multiplying,
wanting their soil back again
instead of being run by a changeover from the dogs to some new cats
who are only going to gobble them whole
and the monkey's still waving his arms in the distance
He's like King Kong except he stays up and the buildings fall down
and he's waving at the dog
Git up dog
do it fuhh history
Ah'll jis' stay here wid mah banana yis yis
you command the show!
Well the piss is starting to run down the ladder
into the gutters
into the streets
into the alleys
and when the chair comes down
and people write about the dog
who wanted a place in history
all they'll see is sky and burning smoke
and if they turn around
amid the bones of cats and dogs
there'll be worms
lots of worms
and the lingering stink of piss from the dog king
in the shadow of monkey shitpile mountain.
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Writin' about Bu$h like that, you know.
They'll climb the drainpipe an' when you're asleep
They'll get up in your room, then tippytoe
they'll pull the sheets back, an' they'll cut yer tool
clean off. I'm tellin 'ya. So shut yer gob.
One day you'll want some dosh an' I KNOW! Who'll
Be givin' yer the chance of some nice job
When ye've been callin' their own president a chimp?
He is a chimp. A fughin' a$$. But STILL
Unless you DO like walkin' with a limp
an' don't want children, ye're doin' well
To get it chopped. So watch yer gob an' write
about the spring, an' cut the protest shite."
What, art mad? A man may see how this world goes
with no eyes. Look with thine ears: see how yond
justice rails upon yond simple thief. Hark, in
thine ear: change places; and, handy-dandy, which
is the justice, which is the thief? Thou hast seen
a farmer's dog bark at a beggar?
GLOUCESTER
Ay, sir.
KING LEAR
And the creature run from the cur? There thou
mightst behold the great image of authority: a
dog's obeyed in office.
Thou rascal beadle, hold thy bloody hand!
Why dost thou lash that whore? Strip thine own back;
Thou hotly lust'st to use her in that kind
For which thou whipp'st her. The usurer hangs the cozener.
Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear;
Robes and furr'd gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold,
And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks:
Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw does pierce it.
None does offend, none, I say, none; I'll able 'em:
Take that of me, my friend, who have the power
To seal the accuser's lips. Get thee glass eyes;
And like a scurvy politician, seem
To see the things thou dost not. Now, now, now, now:
Pull off my boots: harder, harder: so.
EDGAR
O, matter and impertinency mix'd! Reason in madness!
KING LEAR
If thou wilt weep my fortunes, take my eyes.
I know thee well enough; thy name is Gloucester:
Thou must be patient; we came crying hither:
Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the air,
We wawl and cry. I will preach to thee: mark.
("King Lear", Act four, scene six)
hane to re-read it when I'm not at work so I can pay closer attention to everything said and the politics of it
Doggy - Blair
Monkey - Bu$h
Cat - Saddam
Hounds/poh-lice - armies
worms - the local hoodlums
Officer Dibble - Kofi Annan
Greyhound Inspector - Hans Blix