© Chris Port, 2010, martygull.co.uk.
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Southside
See the shit on the pavement
And a girl who is dancing
Down a yellow brick road
Judy Garland
I dare to wear your slippers today
Let the wizard understand
Schooldays
Here’s a poem from Marty
Has the man lost his marbles?
He can’t get my new style
Criticizing
The wizard grieves, can’t get me at all
And the Head begins to smile
Music
Musicals are romantic
No more poor ugly duckling
I am beautiful now
You remember
my clothes were bought from charity shops
Let the music drown that out
Every teacher
seems to reach a
point of mental breakdown
Scorn and rumour
Exhausted humour
And soon he’ll wear that thorn crown
Stardom
Let me be Judy Garland
Let me be a great dancer
Let me learn how to sing
When the chance calls
A girl will throw a man to the wolves
And my new life will begin
Burnt out men in smoky cars
Who failed to smell the coffee
You talk of art I couldn’t give a toss for
I couldn’t give a toffee
Teach me
But you can’t ever reach me
You are lost in a memory
Of a world that is gone
If you teach me
You’ll understand what tragedy is
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