GEORGIE BOY

When I heard of George Michael’s death I wrote this, just found it on my phone.

GEORGIE BOY

Georgie boy,
Georgie boy,
See you burned your leather jacket.
Georgie boy,
Georgie boy,
That must have cost you a packet.

Your Instamatic friends,
Still chopping out the lines
They’re getting rather ripe,
They’re falling off the vines.

Georgie boy,
Georgie boy,
Still had a really gorgeous voice.
Georgie boy,
Georgie boy,
You made a very silly choice.

Now you’re gone, they’re still here,
It’s not a pretty sight,
Still hanging with the rich,
You knew it is not right.

Georgie boy,
Georgie boy,
Why’d you burn your leather jacket?
Georgie Boy,
Georgie Boy,
Could not stand the racket?

One day you found you had
No more bridges to burn.
Georgie that was the time,
You thought it was your turn.

Georgie boy,
Georgie boy,
Why’d you burn your leather jacket?
Georgie boy,
Georgie boy,
Shoulda saved that leather jacket.

Harry Rogers, In bed, Pencnwcau, 27th October 2017

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