Roger McGough (November 9 - 1937 / Liverpool / England)

Im litterally rolling over myself laughing at this one, through the shear morbidness of the subject Mr McGough talks about critical issues and how they are reduced to a farce because the human mind can not think of the bigger picture

It reminds me of a quote (I forget who) people will get upset over the death of one person but 6 million all they will do is shrug. this poem reminds me of that statement

Hi everyone, I have only just happened upon this sight. Loved Survivor! The depressing lines were overcome by the humour. Made me look forward more to dying, now that's when you can really start to live! I think it's fantastic being so lucky, even though if I had a swimming pool, it would probably go on fire!

great isn't it? ................

it is a slice of real life displayed here, how often am i overwhelmed by the immediate, the electric being turned off, not enough to feed my family of six, four bald tires on an ’82 Renault, and to top it all, being made redundant. Those are things that weigh one down.

I'm sure I wrote this, this morning.