On my knees, on my knees

hell-bent begging,

silent pleas

through eyes on fire

in desperate need

to staunch the dam

about to break,

gavel the rabble

into place,

gag the dissenters,

divert rubberneckers,

hostage youngsters

& negotiate

in neck-twist-burns

with the forces behind

bed-time, plate,

scream through a body

about to break,

all sweatpalmplastic,

arm up, heart out,

blood fall ache,

fingers spread

to red and black

C30, C60, C90

stretched & back,

ready to record

Top of The Pops

no matter what

has reached the spot –

cum on, feel the noize!

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