I miss these Guys:
in honor of THE YOUNG ONE'S-

The People's Poet "RICK"

"Cliff" (from Demolition)
Oh, CliffSometimes it must be difficult not to feel as ifYou really are a CliffWhen fascists keep trying to push you over itAre they the lemmings?Or are you Cliff?Or are you, Cliff?

"House" (Demolition)
House, house, houseOh, you are made of stoneBut you are not alone-Ly house!

Pollution (Bomb)
PollutionAll aroundSometimes upAnd sometimes downBut always around.Pollution, are you coming to my town?Or am I coming to yours?We're on different buses, pollutionBut we're both using petrolBombs.

Free-Form(Flood)
MarrowMeringueBoomerangLong, blue boomerang...

My favorite!!!!
The People's Poem (Flood)
What do you think you're doing, pig?Do you really give a fig, pig?And what's your favourite sort of gig, pig?Barry ManilowOr the black and white minstrel show?

Rick's Teen Anguish Poem (from the book)
oh god,whyam I so much more sensitive than everybody else ?whydo I feel things so much more acutely than them,and understand so much more.I bet I'm the first person who's ever felt as rotten as this.could it bethat I'm going to grow upto be a great poet and thinker, and all those other wankers in my class are going to have to work in factories or go on the dole?yes, I think it could.

Rick's Trotsky poem (from the book)
Today, I saw a dog,Yes, a dog.Talking to a pig,Yes, a pig.They were on the pavement,Discussing Trotsky.Not brotsky or crotsky or drotsky or frotsky.But Trotsky.