It was Morrissey's 50th birthday last Friday 22nd May. After a website requested contributions to mark the occasion, I composed the following wee verse in acknowledgement of his influence:
TRUE TO ME
More is he sounding true
Than all the rest that
Have been tried and tested.
When he comes riding through town,
Wide open are flung doors and windows,
And a bee-line is cut to his shows.
He scurries on stage: it’s Himself,
His vibes washing over our grime.
We swing with him, royal and divine.
In between, time weighs, mud is slung,
But memories embraced rock mundanity,
And rout daily gilt-edged chicanery.
- goinghome
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