Still Howling - the next Generation.

dedicated to Alan Ginsberg



I saw the not particularly bright minds

of my generation

driven to obscurity

red brick Mickey Mouse degrees promised us

interesting world changing careers

but all we got were mortgages

interest rising



Thrust expectantly from the womb

of a post-war black and white

still rationed, once great nation

that shared its greatness

if you were born from the right stock

but we were not



From one room to baby boom, suburbia.

Bevin's babies with national reassurance

blue collars stained white

by the new blue whiteness

of copy-writers' lies

forged in the white heat of technology

gadgets in the ideal home

for the nuclear family



Our optimism shattered by Cuban missiles

and a man on the grassy knoll

while bombs rained down from LBJ

mothers running screaming napalmed

Buddhist monk barbecue

Charlie's brains blown out for the camera

boil in the bag convenience TV tea time

bland horrors daily



Ho Ho Ho Chi Minh

and Che washed up in a Bolivian bath house

while Mao Tse Tung said - Change must come

change must come through the barrel of a gun

Terence Conran made shopping fun

as our habitat degraded



Buy now, pay later, must have, have not

pot bellied, fly blown black babies starved

still - we had the Beatles

Yeah, yeah, yeah



Born with plastic spoons in our mouths

substitute fabric for the modern world

moulded multi-coloured in factories

scream in your grave Henry Ford

any colour as long as it's black

can sit in the back

too much it's a magic bus



They taught us Thomas Hardy and Jane Austen

but not Ken Kesey, too merry a prankster he

for their sensibilities, incensed by DH Lawrence

And yes our servants could have read it

if we had them

but we didn't



We laughed at such absurdities

but raged when they locked up Mick and Keef

who would break a butterfly on a wheel?

the News of the World with no news

but vicars and tarts

prurient where Oz never was

yet still they slammed it



The small minded blinded Mary Shitehouses

of this scandalized post Profumo island

where the pavements of Grosvenor Square

were splattered with teenage blood

where Queer was a dirty word



Where a young milk snatcher rubbed her dry cunt

dreaming of her beefcake bean-counting gurus

Maynard Keynes and Milton Friedman

and the power she would one day wield

in Middle England



Where a nouveau-riche phoney middle class

sold votes for loadsa money

and the right to buy

their council hovels

where joy riders ripped up the night

and raved ecstatically

until the Public Order Act repossessed

the right to dance



Until WE had had enough

of things never getting better

and got THEM out

only to find we'd swapped the same old thing

for a brand new drag

as the 'special relationship' dragged us into

yet another pointless war



Meanwhile beleaguered school Head-teachers

battling against league tables

fake results

for pupils playing Nintendo in class

on mobile phones

where English is reduced to CU L8R

and voting means evicting this week’s moron

from Big Brother

to satisfy the Nations' voyeuristic eye

on LCD TV - that’s ‘lowest common denominator’



Eric Blair turns in his grave

as CCTV on every street

records the pissed up, drugged out

Chavs

descended from the archers

who were dumb enough to go

and stand at Agincourt



And I'm Still Howling

at wounds festering under a Karma Suture

____________________________________________________by mick moss


www.emc2.pwp.blueyonder.co.uk