A Simple Desultory Philippic Or How I Was Lyndon Johnson´d Into Submission
I was Union Jacked, Kerouac´d John Birched, stopped and searched Rolling Stoned and Beatled ´til I´m blind I´ve been Ayn Randed, nearly branded Communist ´cause I´m left-handed That´s the hand I use, well, never mind!
I´ve been Walt Disneyed, Diz Disleyed John Lennoned, Krishna Menoned Walter Brennan´d, punched out Cassius Clay I´ve heard the truth from Lenny Bruce And all my wealth won´t buy me health So I smoke a pint of tea a day
I knew a man his brain so small He couldn´t think of nothin´ at all
He´s not the same as you and me He doesn´t dig poetry He´s so unhip that when you say Dylan He thinks you´re talkin´ about Dylan Thomas Whoever he is The man ain´t got no culture But it´s alright, Ma It´s just somethin´ I learned over in England
I´ve been James Joyced, Rolls Royced Mick Jaggered, silver daggered Andy Warhol, won´t you please come home? I´ve been mother, fathered, aunt and uncled Tom Wilsoned, Art Garfunkeled Barry Kornfeld´s mother´s on the phone
When in London, do as I do
Find yourself a friendly haiku Go to sleep for ten or fifteen years
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