Ishmael Smith, 1950 to 23rd January 2020
Writer, Satirist and Blogger
i.m.stanislav, the young polish plumber
by editor mr verge
Flush Test
You want proof? You want proof?
Give a man a mask, he’ll tell the truth.
Mike Skinner // The Streets
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A radical egalitarian in all things,
he held anointed betters
to the highest standards of contempt,
as scathing in his skewering of Ian Paisley
as the other lot.
[A Martian posts a kill-list home.]
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Our samizdat Tass ~ Dyno-Rod Reuters :
that vent stack let us laugh like unblocked drains.
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Give a man a mask, he’ll tell the truth.
he held anointed betters
to the highest standards of contempt,
as scathing in his skewering of Ian Paisley
as the other lot.
[A Martian posts a kill-list home.]
that vent stack let us laugh like unblocked drains.
The contrarian genius of stanislav,
forever young, forever mad as holy hell,
and funnier than snotbuns at a White House piss-up,
will sustain us through the never-never national debt,
the hollow bellend on the throne,
& Downing Street’s feculent louse.
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xxiii.i
Gustave
Doré,
Edvard Munch
Salvador Dalí
ishmael
smith
Shaanxi Earthquake, 1556
forever young, forever mad as holy hell,
and funnier than snotbuns at a White House piss-up,
will sustain us through the never-never national debt,
the hollow bellend on the throne,
& Downing Street’s feculent louse.
______________
Edvard Munch
Salvador Dalí
Shaanxi Earthquake, 1556
2 comments:
That's a good obituary-poem, mr verge. Has it been six years? I can't do poetry, but here's a verse from American Pie that seems right, with the young polish plumber as the jester.
Now, for ten years we've been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone
But that's not how it used to be
When the jester sang for the king and queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from you and me
Oh, and while the king was looking down
The jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Lenin read a book on Marx
The quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died
Thank you, anonymous, much appreciated. I followed your lead and also like "the players tried to take the field / the marching band refused to yield." Good stuff.
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