TOLCHOK 79
got clockworked by a plod
me and my droogs we did
basically copped us
soon as we tumbled out
to play
ball in the street
just round the corner
from the Maine Road stadium
and he
ruffled our feathers, may.have
been a fat fuck
but was
really
up for it
and there we were
just out for fun
have a bil of
a kickabout
(nothing too
revolutionary)
thought
being close to
an old bomb site, would
not be
worrying
nobody
the sky sky blue
but three of us reds
and the fourth
of us
for Arsenal
good
that he
want to protect
this neighborhood from us
but
we all in the shadow,
of the SS-20s
and him
desperate to take us down
cart us off
down to the station
in his tiny car
but we
gave him the look
and a
few choice words
spelling out how that
would not
have been
a good
idea
this on the eve
of the Thatcher election
about
to kill
that Britain of old, finally,
definitively
once
and for all
got clockworked by a plod
we did
came so close
to a brutal tolchokking
purely
in self-defence Your
Honour
(that Peterloo mindset
hard
to forget)
as you sow
so shall you reap
(maxim valid
for the police and
State
dystopia displacing
all hope of
dreamscape)
only
wanted to
play football, national sport,
favourite pastime,
that bottle
in blue, par
for the course
misreading wholesale,
P.O.V. skewed
completely
thought
we were going Alex
Delarge
about to turn punk
proletarian evil
in this city
where Marx and
Engels
saw
the machinery of
power and profit
in what
they saw.
