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Really don’t mind if you sit this one out

My words but a whisper — your deafness a SHOUT

I may make you feel but I can’t make you think

Your sperm’s in the gutter — your love’s in the sink

So you ride yourselves over the fields and

You make all your animal deals and

Your wise men don’t know how it feels to be thick as a brick

And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away

In the tidal destruction the moral melee

The elastic retreat rings the close of play

As the last wave uncovers the newfangled way

But your new shoes are worn at the heels and

Your suntan does rapidly peel and

Your wise men don’t know how it feels to be thick as a brick

And the love that I feel is so far away:

I’m a bad dream that I just had today —

And you shake your head and say it’s a shame

Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth

Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth

Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song

See there! A son is born — and we pronounce him fit to fight

There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night

We’ll make a man of him

Put him to trade

Teach him to play Monopoly

And how to sing in the rain

The Poet and the painter casting shadows on the water

As the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea

The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other

As the failing light illuminates the mercenary’s creed

The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling

But the master of the house is far away

The horses stamping — their warm breath clouding

In the sharp and frosty morning of the day

And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword

And the youngest of the family is moving with authority

Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside

The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river

Where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea:

The builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose

And contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need

The young men of the household

Have all gone into service

And are not to be expected for a year

The innocent young master —

Thoughts moving ever faster

Has formed the plan to change the man he seems

And the poet sheaths his pen

While the soldier lifts his sword

And the oldest of the family

Is moving with authority

Coming from across the sea

He challenges the son

Who puts him to the run

What do you do when the old man’s gone?

Do you want to be him?

And your real self sings the song

Do you want to free him?

No one to help you get up steam

And the whirlpool turns you 'way off-beam

I’ve come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways

My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed

So come on all you criminals! I’ve got to put you straight

Just like I did with my old man. Twenty years too late

Your bread and water’s going cold. Your hair is too short and neat

I’ll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me

You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone —

You meet the stares. You’re unaware that your doings aren’t done

And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be

But how are we supposed to see where we should run?

I see you shuffle in the courtroom

With your rings upon your fingers

And your downy little sidies

And your silver-buckle shoes

Playing at the hard case

You follow the example

Of the comic-paper idol

Who lets you bend the rules

So! Come on ye childhood heroes!

Won’t you rise up from the pages of your comic-books

Your super crooks

And show us all the way

Well! Make your will and testament

Won’t you? Join your local government

We’ll have Superman for president

Let Robin save the day

You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time

The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line

And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are

And take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars

And you wonder who to call on

So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?

And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though?

They’re all resting down in Cornwall

Writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition

Of the Boy Scout Manual

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