Evidently Tribute Time

"Evidently Tribute Time" By Punk Poet Detectives

With your skinny black suit
and wild hair
and your crazy shades
with words like blades
lyrical mineral
man with a plan
behold the ballistic
sniggering of
the word bullet champ
putting punk poetry
on the musical map
a bouncing ball of energy
suspended on a pendulum
they should add your works
to the national curriculum
wielding word balloons
like juggling air
a master of poetic warfare
every word said and shot with care
with your x-ray specs
you see right through us
how society fucks up
and self combust's around us
your satirical wit
equipped real quick
you inspire are fire
no court can acquit
The bard of Salford
Lyrical king
The voice of reason
In a world of sin
A shady stick insect
A wordsmith of this age
A northern rock
Poetical master of the stage
The microphone his weapon
Spouting Profanities just for fun
Its poetry for the people
and the generations to come
So If you're lost in chicken Town
Or in the hell that's Beasley street
Through the valley of the lost women
To the poet dying on his feet
We thank you for the memories
From the bottom of our heart
You're more than a national treasure
You're John cooper fucking Clarke.