The Legacy (76)

The Legacy (76)

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Red Riding Hood, I’m sorry

To hear granny is now dead

The wolfhound didn’t eat her

But old age killed her instead

You inherit granny’s cottage

I come free, a general hand

With a German motorcycle -

It’s a Horex looking grand

Well it has an open sidecar

Granny used to gather wood

So she might survive the winter

Keeping warm and looking good

As with any combination

Find a nice deserted track

Since to ride a combo safely

You will need to get the knack

Chorus

Granny gave us her religion

A fine treasure built on deed

So more valid than a sermon

That sees God inside a creed

To be scornful of the needy

Or to make fun of their plight

Is a trick used by the wealthy

To convince us greed is right

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Red Riding Hood, I’m happy

To open your Granny’s plan

It’s about saving this planet

From the very worst in man

It will certainly take an effort

There can be no other way

Than a cultural revolution

To reverse moral decay

We can load our motorcycle

That was used to carry wood

With the kind of honest values

That stand out as fine and good

Add to this ethics from Heaven

And fine virtues once conveyed

With tradition in the background

And respect for what God made

Chorus

Granny gave us her religion

A fine treasure built on deed

So more valid than a sermon

That sees God inside a creed

To be scornful of the needy

Or to make fun of their plight

Is a trick used by the wealthy

To convince us greed is right

The End

© Frankie Espirit

The Law of the Jungle (75)

The Law of the Jungle (75)

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Red Riding Hood my precious

What are we supposed to do

In the wake of Che Guevara

And the war on Vietnam too?

It’s dangerous to be a commie

And to share what we possess

Even though free competition

Has created a right mess

What a pity it’s a crime to be a Commie

When in fact Red Riding Hood is hard to beat

And much nicer than so many of the merchants

Trading shares or climbing stairs in Oxford Street

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They don’t care about this planet

Justice doesn’t mean a thing

And they love to hurt religion

Like with Martin Luther King

They killed heaps in North Korea

About three million people dead

Well it’s good to kill a commie

Some American general said

To be a commie can be risky -

For Vietnam worse than bad

To see Agent Orange kill off

A big part of what they had

American napalm set on fire

Villages made out of straw

To an all American chorus

Let us kill commies galore

3

Red Riding Hood my precious

How can we be such a threat

For believing in the workers

Plus a decent safety net?

Competition can be ruthless

In a game of endless war

Called survival of the fittest

Or some Herbert Spencer law

What a pity it’s a crime to be a Commie

When in fact Red Riding Hood is hard to beat

And much nicer than so many of the merchants

Trading shares or climbing stairs in Oxford Street

4

They don’t care about this planet

Just as long as they grow rich

Minus kindness or compassion

The first things they love to ditch

You must beat the competition

And devalue human life

But then Natural Selection

Rides upon the back of strife

To be a commie can be risky -

For Vietnam worse than bad

To see Agent Orange kill off

A big part of what they had

American napalm set on fire

Villages made out of straw

To an all American chorus

Let us kill commies galore

5

Red Riding Hood my precious

Must they really be so cruel

With the values of a spider

That is climbing up a wall

Looking down at Humpty Dumpty

What a mess his body made

When he lost his old position

And then met-up with a spade

What a pity it’s a crime to be a Commie

When in fact Red Riding Hood is hard to beat

And much nicer than so many of the merchants

Trading shares or climbing stairs in Oxford Street

6

They don’t care about this planet

Trade is what they love the most

And those moments of perfection

Like some Rolls Royce Silver Ghost

Yet beyond their fine adornments

And the paper planes they make

It’s so easy to chase pleasure

That is transient or fake

To be a commie can be risky -

For Vietnam worse than bad

To see Agent Orange kill off

A big part of what they had

American napalm set on fire

Villages made out of straw

To an all American chorus

Let us kill commies galore

 

The End

© Frankie Espirit

A Question of Conscience (74)

A Question of Conscience (74)

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The power to make money

Gives us comfort I believe

What a pity that so many

Have to borrow and to thieve

There is endless competition

For those plotting to succeed

So what kind of people are we

If we fail to deal with greed?

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How many years of study

On route for a good degree

Leading to okay employment

And not abject poverty

Let me now sidestep the married

That have many mouths to feed

So what kind of people are we

If we fail to deal with greed?

Chorus

I am weary of excuses

That the greedy often make

As they dish out to the needy

A few crumbs and not the cake

So how about it, rich and wealthy

Why be mean for heaven’s sake?

It’s as if you want the poorest

To be dumped into a lake

3

We all need a little money

Do we ‘sell-out’ to get there?

So our landlord will be genial

And nothing like a grizzly bear

If by now we have some children

Love and care is what they need

So what kind of people are we

If we fail to deal with greed?

4

Looking far into the future

Maybe robots will hold sway

With contempt for Mr Luddite

Who might start a small foray

I suppose the usual wealthy

Will grow richer, yes indeed

As they deal with Mr Luddite

And encourage human greed

Chorus

I am weary of excuses

That the greedy often make

As they dish out to the needy

A few crumbs and not the cake

So how about it, rich and wealthy

Why be mean for heaven’s sake?

It’s as if you want the poorest

To be dumped into a lake

 

The End

© Frankie Espirit

The Abuse Industry (73)

The Abuse Industry (73)

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Abuse by institution

How sad for this to be

Lose a decent reputation

And you have my sympathy

They can steal your source of income

They can sabotage your trade

Or arrest you for no reason

Like Kim Dotcom in a raid

2

Abuse by institution

Or the servants of the State

That are following some order

Or their latest strange mandate

Is it power they are wanting?

Or promotion that they need?

Can there be another reason

Such as ignorance or greed?

Chorus

If power be a flower

Then a rose bush is your bed

And the feathers you require

Are now briar thorns instead

With your reputation ruined

And no shield for you to hold

Don’t you compromise salvation

And trade your briar thorns for gold

3

Abuse by institution

With its knuckle duster fist

The worst are the secret service

Should your name get on their list

Social workers can be crazy

Policemen can abuse the law

Tax inspectors can be cheaters

More than happy to rob the poor

4

Abuse by institution

Corporations I must add

For abusing their position

And corrupting what we had

Tradition was a treasure

But you won’t find much today

With the trash that we are making

And bad culture now holding sway

Chorus

If power be a flower

Then a rose bush is your bed

And the feathers you require

Are now briar thorns instead

With your reputation ruined

And no shield for you to hold

Don’t you compromise salvation

And trade your briar thorns for gold

The End

© Frankie Espirit

T-Bird Addiction (72)

T-Bird Addiction (72)

1

I must gain several inches

When I take the T-Bird out

To enjoy its gorgeous body

And a massive dose of clout

When I zoom along the highway

Soon my problems fade away

Never mind about the petrol

Or what lesser mortals say

2

Some may call this an indulgence

Like say Martin Luther would

While settling into marriage

With a nun no-longer good

In this democratic century

And with nuns now in decline

You can always cane a T-Bird

Save for one and that is mine

Chorus

My T-Bird is a beauty

And just perfect for a trip

I’m the envy of the highway

When I let my baby rip

For comfort and performance

Well the T-Bird can’t be beat

When you need a little action

Start her up and feel the heat

3

It’s a symbol of our culture

And the values we possess

You just need to be a winner

With more power than finesse

For those seeking satisfaction

Then your wish is my command

What you need most is a T-Bird

Or a substance that is banned

4

I’m a saint and not a sinner

When I pulverise some heap

With my car’s excessive power

Even when it’s half-asleep

Don’t remind me of the petrol

Or the rubber it gets through

With the T-Bird I’m a winner

Not to mention sexy too

Chorus

My T-Bird is a beauty

And just perfect for a trip

I’m the envy of the highway

When I let my baby rip

For comfort and performance

Well the T-Bird can’t be beat

When you need a little action

Start her up and feel the heat

5

Even if pleasure is fleeting

And so not designed to last

The T-Bird gives satisfaction

Guaranteed when driven fast

It will boost your fading image

And help you to be the one

So go get yourself a T-Bird

And start having lots of fun

6

There is nothing like a T-Bird

She’s both beauty and a beast

That will make you feel important

And a winner at the least

Never mind about the petrol

Fracking can take care of that

And display your code of ethics

By destroying some old cat

Chorus

My T-Bird is a beauty

And just perfect for a trip

I’m the envy of the highway

When I let my baby rip

For comfort and performance

Well the T-Bird can’t be beat

When you need a little action

Start her up and feel the heat

The End

© Frankie Espirit

Whatever (71)

Whatever (71)

1

Red Riding Hood

Is special

We are seldom far apart

With our German motorcycles

And their left-hand side kick start

We prefer them to the British

With their styling and their class

Plus their German engineering

That no one else can surpass

We live in a country cottage

It’s the place we like to be

Away from the big cities

That are full of misery

We still travel to the village

Not on horses like of old

But on Horex motorcycles

That some dealer to us sold

2

Red Riding Hood

Is special

If you don’t care for her name

Then go buy yourself a Honda

(All their stuff is much the same)

Never mind about tradition

It’s an easy thing to lose

Now that natural selection

Gives us rubbish to peruse

In the age of competition

There are cities to complete

And more forests to be ruined

Since you can’t beat sugar beet

Are not motorcycles dangerous

Unlike massive SUV’s?

Or are they just as lethal

But to others if you please?

3

Red Riding Hood

Is special

She’s the only one for me

With tradition and the Horex

Close to where we want to be

Free of modern engineering

That to us is obscene

With its obvious intention

To make us serve the machine

So where does all this leave us?

Well I’m really not that sure

With tradition disappearing

And the ever threat of war

But the people of the cities

May still wake up as of yet

To discover that the Horex

Was indeed a better bet

4

Red Riding Hood

Is special

She has nature in her heart

And a German motorcycle

That has yet to fall apart

Well tradition is worth saving

Having passed the test of time

And when it has been inspired

We inherit the sublime

Okay I’m running over

It’s my passion I suppose

For the treasures of tradition

It’s my most important mission

I don’t need to have permission

For the thoughts that I expose

Even though they appear dormant

Unlike Darwin’s main achievement

He deserves my own endorsement

Bearer of the plastic rose

The End

© Frankie Espirit

Little Britain (70)

Little Britain (70)

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Andrew with the coloured pencils

A disciple of some comic book

Keen to be a famous artist

Or otherwise a TV cook

Renee if I’m not mistaken

Failed to pay her weekly rent

The best that charity could offer

Were sites that catered for a tent

2

Andrew with the coloured pencils

Continued with the comic theme

In the knowledge that derision

Wouldn’t help his self esteem

Forget the cardboard to house Renee

There’s room enough inside my bed

Let’s say the attic for her children

To help the darlings get ahead

Chorus

Harvey sailed to Trafalgar

Horatio Nelson led the way

Villeneuve was quickly beaten

By Little Britain: hip hip hooray

Turner didn’t care for fighting

Goya claimed war was a crime

Regnault soon wearied of sailing

Once art took up his precious time

3

Red Renee, ignore the curtains

And the floorboard with a split

It’s better to rescue this planet

Than be some fool exploiting it

Naturally true competition

To the starboard likes to lean

While the Temeraire departed

A shipwreck yes, but so serene

4

Red Renee, how about it

I’m hoping we can really try

To retrieve our pretty planet

From the bankers gone awry

Look at Nelson and then Harvey

Plus the nations that they beat

All we need is Che Guevara

Or Fidel Castro on his feet

Chorus

Harvey sailed to Trafalgar

Horatio Nelson led the way

Villeneuve was quickly beaten

By Little Britain: hip hip hooray

Turner didn’t care for fighting

Goya claimed war was a crime

Regnault soon wearied of sailing

Once art took up his precious time

The End

© Frankie Espirit