down with the blue lobsters

DOWN WITH THE BLUE LOBSTERS

He slung his harp over his shoulder
and made his way stealthily to the seat next to the disturbed person on
the bus
'twas likely it would take time to build an army of size
and in the meantime suspicion was not to be aroused
believe you me, he thought, it takes a solid figure to bypass the
enemies ants,
those unwitting spies, given away by their spiteful thin upper lips
and their offspring, seperated at birth from vim and vocabulary
(should they be mistaken for the wrong sort of poison)
but god in his wisdom had fallen short
seemingly on purpose putting a dog in a manger upsides the caustic bull
so he, not unreasonably, imagined the collected passenger's wisest
assumption
which was to underestimate his sense
and to tut tut his unsound choice of pew
he cackled inside, 'christ how badly can the source of agitation be
misjudged'
and the welcoming odour of piss and biscuits regathered his intellect

he reckoned it amusing to consider that when the task was completed
for sport they should revive the julian calendar
like half crowns and toffee apples it must surely have it's boastless
fans
and were any of the mediums to be spared
they could whip out that gubbins that is scientically proven to make
things five times more shiny
and hell knows history scrubs up well with a bit of spit and polish
any road up, that was for later
one must never be distracted by the frivilous until the graft had
become perfection
the 'hitler was a vegetarian, camus was a goalkeeper,
st johnstone is the only british league football team with a j in it's
name' type,
who sit third or fourth on the list of future goners,
are certainly proof of that

he figured the most complicated aspect of the assignment
was to reconcile himself to the fact that the majority of his soldiers
would be unaware of the war
thank god the job at hand was not faith based but, for once, humane
the simple steel of a group of individuals would do right by the
malevolent masses
and, when all is said and done, the force was not to be select to the
point of stupidity
any of those arseholes could relinquish the stable
jesus, he had known the bride when she used to run the 'why be a wife?'
campaign
he'd seen 'mouldy old dough' top the charts
some bunch of part timers go on a cup run
anyone can swap 'the joshua tree' for 'gorilla'
there would be no point in entering the fray if one was gonna be a
fucking fundamentalist
good grief, no

he perceived that his allies, tanked up on disappointment,
and riled by the perpetual sound of a computer generated lone hand
clapping,
would find the undertaking one of pleasure
would see nothing arduous in reducing some capitalist's hunch to rubble
and find something bracing in the zephyr of the collaborator's sighs
there will be enough meat on the bones of the celebrity wannabes
to give the the plough drivers the strength to assist the born again
oxen
beyond steering
past consultation
and as he slapped poster paint on to card on a stick he coughed
himself a chuckle at his dream
then fetched himself a clip across the face with his brush