'THIS IS A STATEMENT OF INTENT
I know realise that I am not, have not been, and shall never be.
FLEE. FLEE. FLEE. FLEE. FLEE.
'Listen to tea-dances and drink Scotch,
You can relax on my golden watch!'
And thus the cockroaches came into the land
And they were upon the holy
And the holy were beneath the cockroaches
AND NO MATTER HOW YOU STAMPED...
'In Singapore, with my love
On the shining Chinese dance floor
Oh Singapore, sing some more.'
Nailed to the door of a church.
WE THE PEOPLE
They the people.
Faces made of pearls,
Pearly lights in pearly faces
Pearls that were his eyes -
No longer. Simply... Simply
No longer.'
He sits, exhausted and sweating. He is angry because his speech was, at times, drowned out by music hall songs. Snatches of Brighton sunshine, if you will.
