Hiding up in the stockroom with Tom
I took a bite out me apple
and I turned to him and concluded
‘This apple be very appley!’
he said that was good.
And then I went off on one
about how computers
and cars
and even pens
never bloody work,
that nothing manmade
does what it’s meant to
but look here,
this natural product
free from the mother earth
is bang on the money ...
then I remembered
that everything is owned
and you can’t simply
go up to a fucking god-given tree
and take an apple off it
without getting
a shotgun salt pellet up your arse
and a fine and a jail sentence
cos you dared to sample
what is essentially a plant
that was given to us
by the fucking natural world
ferchrisake
and then I was all pissed off again.
'Congealed Anfield '84. Once for the money, twice for the love. I peer out grids and get the low-down on this society effort you're all making. Tis somewhat shite to be brutally honest, squire. If you kill the head the body will die. NATIONAL SERVICE FOR ALL TEBBITS. Fin.'
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Joanna's note: Tanner's poems have been published in a variety of magazines. He wrote 'Chemicals' especially for Poetry Snapshots.
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