Stan
Yes
I went to a jumble sale today
Did you find any exciting
A nice fishermans sweater
I do not think it has ever been worn
An unwanted Christmas present maybe
I also found a book on typing
It dates from 1969
An interesting read
Not really
But it did have a short poem in it
In a typing book
No it was added in pencil
Read it to me
If mini skirts get any shorter
Said a typist with a blush
There will be two more cheeks to powder
And some more hair to brush
I have heard of it before
Who wrote it Stan
Fuck knows
But it is very much of its time
It was time of rebellion
Of revolution
The establishment was being challenged
What happened
Have you ever seen a movie called Vanishing Point
No
The hero is driving across Amerika
He is delivering a car
I believe that he was a Vietnam Vet
Who is still processing his life
But he has chosen to drive at speed
This fucks off the cops
And they begin to chase him
How does it all end
He drives deliberately into a couple of bulldozers
That are blocking the road
Does he die
Yes
Why does he kill himself
That is not really articulated
It is an open question
Either the system destroyed him
Or he beat the system
It was the end of the counterculture
Are we free now Stan
We like to think that we are
But little has changed
If anything we are more controlled
We like to think that we are free
But we are restricted
Money controls us Jane
We both have good jobs
And because of that we can fund our lifestyle
We can afford this beautiful apartment
Our friends are the same
If we are cast aside then it damages us
It happened to Ralph and Chrissy
To Lulu and Lulu
And Loulou and Loulou
My father once knew a chap called Graham
He lost in job and took it to heart
Graham disappeared
Until the River Police found him three weeks later
The system had destroyed him
There is always alternative employment
If you are lucky
Chrissie now works for another bank
God smiled on her but Ralph is still out in the cold
Do they still live in Hammersmith
No they have downsized
There are those who think that they control the system
They do not as it is an illusion
Stan
Yes
What do you think happened to the typist
Which typist
The one in a short skirt
I do not know
I think her name was Celia
She was later found in High Holborn
With little or nothing on
Or that is how the poem goes
The system had beaten her too
What are you doing Jane
Looking out of our window
You are wearing a sea sweater and nothing else
It is my act of rebellion
I would use a gun
Blow the fuckers away
The cunt is stronger than the Uzi Stan
Has history taught you nothing