Friday, September 3, 2010
A letter to the guy in Coolmine Sorting Office*
Oh, yet another packet has gone walkies,
While I sit here, entombed in deep despair.
I phone you up and all I get are porkies,
But then, why should I think that you might care?
My tax rebate has yet to hit my hall,
You don’t know where my compact disc from Cork is,
No birthday card arrived from cousin Paul –
I feel like some sad character of Gorky’s.
And everybody’s reading ‘Shadowstalking’
(Consensus is – its really pretty good)
Off the shelves, this marv’lous book is walking,
And, if I could get hold of it, I would.
But where is it? In Guildford or in Dorking?
Are Kentish people now immersed in Kat?
Oh let my letter-box, sir, do the talking
And drop the fecking book onto my mat.
*though it will probably go astray