Tag Archives: Boris Johnson

GO LARGE

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There is no point going mimsy
Bigger is better by far.
Giant Nuclear power
Plants make absolute green sense.
Go large.
No point telling little lies,
When telling any pork pies
Best make sure it’s a whopper,
And then keep on telling it.
Go large.
If you’re gonna stab colleagues
In their backs use giant knives
Buried deep and ultra quick,
Act fast, don’t prevaricate.
Go large.
If you’re going to bribe pals
Stuff envelopes royally,
With high denomination
Banknotes, small ones ain’t so good.
Go large.
When you crash and burn just smile,
Laugh off all criticism,
Totally ignore failure,
Ramp up your propaganda,
Go large.
Whilst plotting your next comeback
Raise your media profile,
Keep taking photos of stunts
Stay huge in the public’s eye.
Go large.
Or disappear.

Harry Rogers in the Red Bedroom 2nd. September 2022.

DEFINITELY WAR?

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It’s war, it’s war, it’s definitely war.
We know exactly what we’re fighting for,
Don’t we? Don’t we, know what we’re fighting for?
It’s chrystal clear ain’t it, just as before?
One more political hot potato,
All dressed up ready to kill for NATO.
Wandering, aimlessly, out in the bush,
Certain conviction which button to push.
Upgrade deterrent, bigger and better,
Domesday clock ticks louder, louder than ever.
So delve deeper into dressing up box,
Ignore striking workers, and monkey pox,
Fear must be created, again, again,
Propaganda grows more mental health pain.

Harry Rogers in the Red Bedroom
27th August 2022.

TWADDLE TALK

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This piece of performance poetry was recorded by The Chilly Dogz in 2010 at Red Kite Studios in Llanwrda. Words by Harri Rogers, Guitar by Marc Gordon. Still valid today as a critique of management speak.

TWADDLE TALK

Your office door is always open, I hear you on the phone 

Run it up the flag pole, Give the dog a bone 

It’s a nice little earner, Kick it in the long grass 

Stick it on the back burner , We’re gonna whup their ass  

I hear what you say 

I don’t like what you do 

I wish you’d go away 

Cos I can’t stand you 

You say you’re building your team 

But things aint quite what they seem 

Sharing Mars Bars in the Mendips, Where the glasses are half full 

It’s all singing and dancing, In the best of both worlds 

So throw me a bone, Give me a break 

The buck stops here, Let’s cut to the chase 

Gotta ramp it up, cos you’re off your face. 

I hear what you say

I don’t like what you do,

I wish you’d go away,

‘Cos I can’t stand you 

You’re a legend in your own lunchtime, 

But I know where your bodies are buried, 

So gather up your parrots and monkeys, 

Take those skeletons out of your closet, and clear your fucking desk 

Stop talking twaddle and GIVE US ALL A REST 

Harry Rogers, in the old study, Aberbanc, 23rd February, 2010

NEW MUTANT DEAL DONE

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New, last minute, mutant rabbit deal done.
Life in Boris’s hat unbearable,
By the time rabbit was finally pulled,
Mounted on stilts in order to stand,
Full blown brexiteers wept crocodile tears,
Drowned sorrows in lake of duty free beer,
Finshed off last of Bulgarian fags.
Nations Health wrapped in ragged union jacks,
The unkempt blonde smiles as he shafts the hacks,
Guffaws, as he searches cleverdick lines,
Jolly and jokey don’t wash anymore,
People ain’t stupid, they know the score.
Rain floods the valleys, free school meals don’t come,
Who gives a shit about deal getting done?

Harry Rogers In the Yellow Room, 24th December 2020

TOXIC TEACOSIES?

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Gunboats And Turkeys, No deals and lockdowns,
Large brown envelopes,
Toxic teacosies,
Oven ready myths, sovereign cock ups,
These a few of B.J.s favourite things.
Steal all the kudos for vaccinations,
Pose as the saviour, fake acclamations,
Bizarro Churchillian behaviour,
Snuffle and snigger, thrust trust far and wide,
Behind candy floss, things are sinister,
No warp speed bunkum from over the pond,
Brings back belief in our “Prime Minister”,
This blonde chimera should really abscond.
Cornish harbours ring with fishermen’s cheers,
Whelk loving boozers enlarge all our fears.

Harry Rogers, in the Yellow Room, 13th December 2020.