My Poetic Licence

Yo! I'm the MC of ranting rebel poetry

I know my history and my identity

I'm independent, a red cottage industry

DIY from here to eternity

Now let me tell you what's been going on -

I take my inspiration from centuries long gone

Oral tradition of sedition, that's my position

No court jester with a tame disposition...

Poetic licence? Twenty-five years I've had one

and they don't come easy, they're not given out for fun.

You have to earn it, work and sweat and move

not get stuck in a dead poet bore groove...

I earned mine in dirty scummy punk clubs

Rock gigs, arts centres, festivals and dodgy pubs

And yes, once or twice I've had to fight -

but when a fascist hits a poet, the poet's doing something right!

So listen up, this MC's here to stay

Wild all those years ago and still fired up today.

I love words and I've got this message for you:

Poetry's not boring - though some poets bore you

And I have to say that some poets bore me.

They're about as fun as a week on the lavatory!

Dull and pretentious, playing the Art Game -

real problem is they give the rest of us a bad name.

But I'm in the forward line, down there in the scrum.

Tedious whining poets - up your bum!

Now some of the critics think my stuff's no good

but I earn my living at it - those jerks never could

Yes, as you see, I'm a little bit bolshy too

But that's just one of the ways I want to get through

Sometimes it's cerebral, quiet, esoteric wit -

sometimes it's loud and hard and rude as shit!

I love words and I love ‘em in the red and raw

I like to use them in ways they've not been used before

Want you to laugh and want you to think as well

Bollocks to TV - this is live, as live as hell!

Oral tradition - the real origins of poetry.

Attila the Stockbroker - ranting rebel MC.

Dean of the Social Surrealist University.

Welcome to my wild poetic journey!