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CONTENTS
- Columns (60)
- Prose poems (24)
- Songs (14)
Welcome
Welcome to 'A Frample', a confused tangle of columns, prose poems and lyrics. It's not so much a blog as an online folder, lying somewhere between a drawer and the bin.
No jobs for superheroes
1979
No jobs for super men
No jobs for heroes
No work for death-defying
Comic strip people
No work at all
No jobs looking through walls
No-one required to fly unaided
No crime busters needed
to make life safer
For us all.
No gizmos or gadgets
No capes or special powers
No inner torment
Under meteor showers
That threaten to fall
On us all.
No jobs for role models
Don't need white hats here
Don't need a lonesome cowboy
In the saddle, riding tall
Don't need him at all.
What to do, is join the queue
Forget the justice that you felt
Disengage your alien power
Unbuckle your utility belt.
We'll give you a call.
I doubt we will but,
If we need you
We'll give you a call.
I doubt we will but,
If we need you
We'll give you a call.
No jobs for supermen
No jobs for heroes
No work for death-defying
Comic strip people
No work at all
Picture: Scientino
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