Lie Poem by Lex Taylor

Those tiny blokes with neckties
in gelid offices, confer you
revolutions and umbrage.
I saw the elm, vortex,
debutant, polishing my tomahawk:
I saw the shinny sport jackets
and expensive futuristic shoes
used by the skillful lads
who amused themselves savagely
at our borough's video-arcades...
and diverse imps of the ignored
class, too. And later on I saw
the Slumping of The Unforgiving.
On rugs of super development
dainty froth restores
the cortex of the observers,
is in the moniker. Vertex:
'Overhauling the school's terminals'
and always the glacial 'NO'
to bombs and plebeian fits.
The curses and jinxes will
take just some swift vials.
The crimson-haired minx will share
their maudlin torsos and their
blue chip yields,
I discern.

Kolkata, WB,2003